I have been very busy lately, doing this and that among other things I will not go into at the moment, we have adopted a cat from the Humaine Society of Naples.

This was our second trip into the shelter and we were looking for a dog.  I promised before I went in that I would not "act up" (on my first visit I picked up a little kitten and tears came to my eyes)

Being an animal lover, it is difficult to walk by the dogs in their cages and not want to take them all home.  The kittens are so adoroable, there was even a bunny in the cage.

As we walked thru the shelter, there he was, a tall thin white cat with a pink nose and green eyes.

He put his paw up to the glass, looked right in our eyes and meowed at us thru the glass. He tugged on our heart strings and I went in for a visit and some bonding.  It was the end of the day and they were getting ready to close, we discussed the proceedure and got an application.  We told the vet tech we would "discuss it" and she said she knew we would be back the next day.

His name is "Brutus" and his name does not suit him, so we call him Brutter (not that answers to anything).

Brutter has proven to be a great addition to our household.  He is very neat and clean and well mannered.  He loves to hang out and purr and loves to go out on the lani and chase the gecoes. 

This is our second adopted pet, we had to put our rescue Old English Sheepdog to sleep in January.  I wonder if adopted animals are so good because they know they have been rsecued and are grateful?  I know that I am grateful for finding my rescue animals.