dionythicus
Kiss My Hearse
With the loss of three cats, we've been feeling a little empty. We still have several cats and we love them all, but Violet was such a snuggly, loving kitten and Cinnamon was so friendly and loved everyone that their loss has been felt so deeply. Cinnamon was a one cat greeting committee for anyone who came over. If she could have poured drinks for guests, she would have. 
There's no way to replace them, as all cats are different, but we felt that Minerva (Violet's younger sister) needed someone her own age to bond with and we hoped to find a friendly kitten that would be more sociable than our other cats.
We hit the jackpot at the humane society this morning. We had been thinking about a male tabby, since our experience has been that they are usually very friendly, snuggly cats. There were no young tabbies. There were few young cats, under a year old. We didn't want a little kitten, we figured six months was fine, that's Minerva's age. There were a lot of torties, which was sad because we both worship them. So as we're walking around the cat section, we both notice one little room had two tortie sisters and their black brother. They were about 6-7 months old and both torties looked so much like Cinners. I locked eyes with one of them and it was like looking into Cinnamon's eyes. I know it isn't Cinnamon, but the connection was the same. My husband and I both felt it and I knew her name was Daphne. So we went into the "get to know you" room with her and her brother. The brother was playful, but not so affectionate. Daphne purred and rubbed and purred and rubbed and jumped in our laps and gave us love bites. She didn't shy away at all. Once we got her home, it took her all of 30 mins to cruise the downstairs and show no fear of the other cats. She comes right up to you and wants to be petted and loved. The dogs drove her to higher ground at first, but she seems ok now. What is absolutely freaky is that she is almost a carbon copy of Cinnamon, in looks and personality. I don't think I'll ever mistake her for Cinnamon, but the the similarity is striking.
Without further ado, meet Minerva (first two pics) and Daphne (third pic) and last pic is Cinnamon for comparison. She was 15 and had cataracts in that pic.
There's no way to replace them, as all cats are different, but we felt that Minerva (Violet's younger sister) needed someone her own age to bond with and we hoped to find a friendly kitten that would be more sociable than our other cats. We hit the jackpot at the humane society this morning. We had been thinking about a male tabby, since our experience has been that they are usually very friendly, snuggly cats. There were no young tabbies. There were few young cats, under a year old. We didn't want a little kitten, we figured six months was fine, that's Minerva's age. There were a lot of torties, which was sad because we both worship them. So as we're walking around the cat section, we both notice one little room had two tortie sisters and their black brother. They were about 6-7 months old and both torties looked so much like Cinners. I locked eyes with one of them and it was like looking into Cinnamon's eyes. I know it isn't Cinnamon, but the connection was the same. My husband and I both felt it and I knew her name was Daphne. So we went into the "get to know you" room with her and her brother. The brother was playful, but not so affectionate. Daphne purred and rubbed and purred and rubbed and jumped in our laps and gave us love bites. She didn't shy away at all. Once we got her home, it took her all of 30 mins to cruise the downstairs and show no fear of the other cats. She comes right up to you and wants to be petted and loved. The dogs drove her to higher ground at first, but she seems ok now. What is absolutely freaky is that she is almost a carbon copy of Cinnamon, in looks and personality. I don't think I'll ever mistake her for Cinnamon, but the the similarity is striking.
Without further ado, meet Minerva (first two pics) and Daphne (third pic) and last pic is Cinnamon for comparison. She was 15 and had cataracts in that pic.
