We stopped by PetSmart for a "Kitty Day Eve" visit and picked up some necessities like a little carry box, a litter box, and some catnip scented toys. Because I am a novice in the weird and wild world of pet ownership (I note here that I neither intend to give the cat a name, or refer to it as other than an "it"), I didn't expect that some Humane Society refugees would already be there.
We encountered a little calico that we had previously admired on the Internets, but soon discovered that she was a little nuts. I don't know if kitty was loopy, or if it was too many hands and too many peoples or what, but suddenly it lunged at Kyle, tore off his face, and skinned and bit the arm of a humane society worker before escaping into a pile of dog food bags.
Okay, it didn't tear his face off, but he did get a scratch on his lip.
The nice people told us that that particular kitty was about to be "taken away" anyway - just a little worrisome.
So today after lunch Jesse and I are going to the Humane Society to check out the bigger collection of floor models.
Kyle declined to go with us.