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The people that brought us the other little kitty decided it was time we adopted another. This time they went to Adopt A Pet here in Victoria and gave us this character yesterday for Christmas.
The shelter called her Addison, since we haven't thought of a better name, I guess that's it.
She is a lovey dovey young cat so far, with some of the most golden eyes I've ever seen on a cat.
When we talked about the last kitten, the person who brought us both of them said, " The last one wouldn't have lived another day by itself on the side of I-45, she had a good, but short life, but her accident has made room for another young cat searching for a home."
I don't think anyone could have said anything more fitting and that meant as much.
Over the last three months I have been privileged to observe the travels of, I guess I'll call him, the Weesatche roadrunner or Head East, like the 80's band, it fits.
Once a week I travel to the Weesatche Cafe and Hall in my business travels.
About three months ago, I drove up and there was a Roadrunner hanging out in the parking lot, it didn't seem afraid of people or the tomcat that was 20 yards away resting, and not worried about the bird.
Since this was the summertime, and I have been to cheap to fix the AC in my truck, I left my windows down.
I went in the Hall, did my business and commented to the owner Scott about the roadrunner in the parking lot and how the tomcat ignored it.
He told me that the roadrunner had been hanging out for a few weeks, that at first the cat tried it's best to catch it, but failed every time and had given up. I guess the cat was smarter than Wiley Coyote!
I went out to leave, and the roadrunner was in my truck! Unfortunately so was my cell phone with the camera.
I opened my drivers door and the roadrunner jumped in the back seat, extended cab truck, he/she was looking all proud standing there I have to admit.
I walked around to the passenger side, open the front door and the little back door, the roadrunner went to the driver side, so I walked back around to the drivers side and the roadrunner exited my truck.
The next week the roadrunner was in the parking lot, I rolled my windows up. the week after that, no roadrunner in the parking lot.
For the next five weeks, no roadrunner and Scott said he hadn't seen it either.
Three weeks ago when I went to Weesatche, no roadrunner either, but on my way back I saw the roadrunner, about a mile away on FM 884.
The next week I didn't see him, but last Wednesday, there he/she was again, four miles further down the road, almost at the Hwy 183 intersection, heading east.
What a bird, not only did he/she check out my trucks interior, it follows the roads I travel.
On the map is where I have seen the fowl, it's about 6 miles from Weesatche to the Google locater thing.
