So, after much work on my husband (he was sick of litterpans; see cat lady statement above), he finally agreed to let us get a new cat. I was planning on a kitten (my excuse being that I have a six-year-old daughter and clearly she needs a new kitten, right?) but we waited for the right opportunity, and sure enough, my friend Jana let me know that she had a cat in her yard that needed a home. She called her “Abby” and asked if I wanted her.
So we said yes.
“Abby” turned out to be a boy, so we renamed him Jackson (my daughter’s choice) and we call him Jax for short. He’s a little bit broken cause he’s missing a tail, ridiculously skinny, and perfect for our family. Here’s how we integrated him into our home.