coming soon: a new member of our family!

No, I'm not pregnant (yet).

Ken and I are adopting a cat. Ken's been wanting another Russian Blue cat for a while, since he had to part ways with his beloved Pushkin (long story). A few weeks ago our landlord's cat passed away. Scott told Ken he didn't want another cat (Midnite is irreplaceable in his heart) but "you could get one."

Ken got on the Internet and began searching out breeders. It just so happened that a breeder in Massachusetts was retiring from breeding and was looking for homes for her young-adult cats for the cost of the cat's vet bills, spaying/neutering and a microchip implant (required for all purebred Russian Blues and not a plot for the NSA to listen in our snarky political comments.)
(In case you're a Russian Blue fancier, all the kitties have been spoken for.)

We have gone through an extensive email-interview process (good preparation if we end up adopting a human) about us, our home and our feelings about cats. Becky has chosen a cat for us--a one-year-old male (neutered last week) who charmed the entire vet staff "once he realized they weren't going to eat him." (No, just stick him with needles and snip off his family jewels....)

We are going to pick up the boy the day after Mother's Day. We plan to be in New Jersey that weekend for the NJ Folk Project Festival, so making the trip then will cut 4 hours off our trip waaaay over to MA.

Ken has a tentative name for the cat, if his personality fits once we meet him: Ivan.
"Ivan Vorcatril!" I exclaimed.
"If he's hyper, well call him Miles," Ken added
This will make sense to you only if you've read Lois McMaster Bujold's "Miles Vorkisigan" stories. You really should, you know.

We've been promised a picture, which I'll post if I get an okay from the the breeder.

I'm sure Ivan (or whatever we end up calling him) will make frequent appearances on this blog!