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Her name is Isabeau. “Izzy” for short; “Dove Isabeau” for long; “the foulest beast in Christendom” for longest. It’s from a folk song (naturally).

Already she has improved my life by immediately developing an upper respiratory infection upon her departure from the Humane Society, resulting in two days of not eating and concomitant frantic worry and attempts on my part to get her to EAT SOMETHING, followed by a Monday trip to the vet that ran upwards of $50 for a penicillin injection and instructions/equipment for syringe-feeding. She’s already eating a little on her own now, and is a total crazed ball of energy again. For my part, I now remember why I don’t actually want a human infant any time in the immediate future. Win-win.

As you can see, she a) has giant ears like a bat and b) enjoys sitting on my shoulder/back during those rare moments when she is not break-dancing in mid-air for a mouse on a string.

She also likes the cat tower.

She did sleep under my desk for a little bit, but it was while she was starving and not in top form.

For the most part, she is in isolation in the bathroom; I put Bart and Dora in the bedroom to let her out to play. I was planning a slow introduction anyway, but now that she’s got hideously contagious cat flu it will have to be even slower. On the plus side (for Bart and Dora), I feel bad enough about disrupting their lives that I am constantly plying them with treats, including special hoity-toity grain-free wet cat food in various flavors that include 100% quail. I know; it’s a little embarrassing.

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