The bloke and I picked up a kitten last Saturday. Now that we have moved, we could get a pet. The last pet that I owned was my cat named Bells. I was nine years old when he was born and raised him (with his mother's help, of course) from a tiny baby. He was born on March 13, 1988. When he died at the end of May in 2003, he was just over 15 years old. He grew up with me, and we were very close. I still miss him.
Merlin (originally named 'Fred' by his first owners) came to live with us on Saturday. We had to drive quite a way to get him, and it was very late when we got home. He settled in well over this week and prefers company as he has never had to be on his own before. His previous owners had other cats and dogs, so he's had to learn to be on his own and appreciate the quiet at times. At times, he is full of energy and just wants to play. Luckily, he isn't adverse to being cuddled and looking cute while he sleeps.
He is a brown tabby Maine Coon breed, and that's what my previous cat was. Well, he wasn't a pure Maine Coon. His face looks like my previous cat's. Merlin has a white neck and belly and white socks, whereas my previous cat just had a white dot on his neck.
We named him 'Merlin' because he looks like a little wizard. I won't bore with too many photographs. This has been my first pet for thirteen years now.
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