This post is about Cyrus. Just Cyrus. Leo usually gets top billing, but really, only because he is my most willing model...
Cyrus has been with us since December 1, 2010; his person couldn't keep him ~ she was elderly and moving in with her daughter...so, I took off to the very top of Missouri to get my meant-to-be Furbaby (he was 5 months old).
I went by myself since my usual partners in crime, daughter Mandy (in St. Charles, Missouri) and daughter Katie (in Atlanta) weren't available for a road trip...(and I really didn't want anyone to try to talk me out of it) ~ :)
I didn't realize how far it was...6 hours one way! (Think Southeast Missouri (almost Arkansas) ~ to extreme Northern Missouri (almost Iowa!))...not that terribly far, I guess, but a lot farther than I'm used to driving alone...but he was SO worth it! He rode curled up beside me on the truck seat all the way home.
He was almost 'Huggy Bear', but son Jonathan thought that would be an awful, 'unmanly' thing to do to him, and wanted to name him Cyrus (after the Persian king, not Billy Ray...I thought I would think Achy Breaky Heart every time I called him, but I soon got used to it)...
Things would have gone really smoothly if I hadn't decided that he smelled funny as soon as we got
home and decided to give him a bath...
(I'm used to kitties who are used to being bathed...Cyrus...wasn't!)
He hid for three days. (Coming out to eat and potty, of course, but not when we were anywhere near.)
He finally forgave me. Now, though he's still more shy than Leo and Tallulah, he's our big ol'snuggly boy. Glad I made that trip!
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