Klingon

Day 241: UPDATE: His name is Meriadoc, Merry for short. And he's claimed the chair for his own (see below).

I am not going to have a moment's peace! For one thing, he doesn't want to let me out of his sight. For another, he's a genuine cling-on when he does settle down. He's 10 weeks old today, a Russian Blue/Manx cross with a little stubby tail and as much bounce as a truckload of frogs. And he's cranky about being confined to the bathroom for a while until he adjusts. I haven't picked out a name yet, although I have several possibilities (something Klingon maybe, in honour of his behaviour). Of course we still have some vet visits ahead of us to have a workup done, to continue his vaccines, to have him neutered. These are the drawbacks to adopting from a family as opposed to from a shelter, but when I saw his picture on Craigslist, I fell in love. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go play with the baby.