Nacho

Not that kind of nacho.

Instead of buying each other gifts this year, Andy and I decided our christmas would be better spent adopting a cat. We decided to do this before my parents came to visit, but decided to wait until after they left. Then we realised we needed real estate approval, since we rent and hiding a kitty in our place wouldn't be successful. Friday, we finally got an approval letter in the post, so we raced off to the RSPCA and tried to choose between the 25 kittens they had available. 25! Plus a few who were just desexed and weren't quite ready, and three grown up cats (one of whom was adopted while we were there).

We settled on this little girl, a quiet, sleepy kitty who doesn't use claws when she plays. Her name is Nacho.In her first night at home she refused to be shut out of the bedroom--she meowed and meowed whenever she thought she was alone. Then she woke up every 2 or 3 hours and meowed in the middle of the night. She made up for it by taking lots of naps the next day.
She often lays like superman--back and front legs spread as far as they will go. We think it's either because it's been quite hot, and she likes the cool tiles on her belly, or her desexing scar (which got the stitches out just before we got her) is a bit sore. Either way, it's cute.
When she's falling asleep, she alternates between clenching and stretching her paws.
I've never been much of a cat person. I grew up with dogs, and was always a little nervous around cats. During my week in Canberra with Anna and her three cats, I realised I quite liked them. Still, a kitten is a completely different story. I'm surprised at how quickly she bonded to Andy and I, how little she eats, and some of her mannerisms.

Adopt-a-Cat christmas is so much better than Buy Nothing Christmas.