He's a four-year-old spayed male, short hair tabby, and he is very, very friendly. He also doesn't sit still yet, as he is curious about everything we all do.
At the animal shelter, I was actually more interested in his roommate Virgil, who seemed to know how to play the adoption game better.
But both the wife and Hudson liked Dante, who although preferred to hide inside a cubby hole, was a very loud purr-er and very affectionate once he was pulled from his comfort zone.
Both Dante and Virgil had previously been at the animal shelter, so I wonder if Dante was just playing it cagey, wondering if we were only going to be around for a short time. I think the previous owners lost an immigration case and had to leave the country.
I didn't even touch him until we got home.
I have no problem with animals or kids liking me, so it was kind of a test to see if Dante would or could bond with the others first.
Unlike Daffy, Dante has immediately taken a shine to all of us. I'm not used to that, as I am usually the center of attention. But the bugger is so cool, I don't mind.
He is also a big cat - huge paws… and to me looks a little funny because it seems like he has a small head. But whatever. He's a very, very, very nice cat.
When he arrived home on Saturday, he sniffed around and immediately lost himself in our basement, first under my model train table, and then within the gnarly confines of my comic book mountains in another room. He stayed there for hours, finally coming out and hanging with us for lots of heavy petting.
He came up and slept on the bed for a while until the wife kicked him off after he tried to sleep on her head.
In the morning - no one could find him. After an hour of searching, we found him in the fireplace. We don't use the fireplace. In fact, it hasn't been used since 1974 when my dad tried it out once, and discovered you should open the flue to allow smoke to go up the chimney. Since repainting the living room, the fireplace has never been used again.
|Hudson (right) tries to look serious. Dante doesn't seem to mind the flash photography.|
So I had to pull the book case away from the fireplace and then coax him out of his cubbyhole before he caught the flue. I've now better blocked off the fireplace access with upturned lamps and crap.
Dante loves to come up and sit on people, which is fine by me. He has a loud purr, and he likes to flex his paws and lightly dig in with his nails - always where there is exposed flesh.
He's not a licker or a biter like Daffy - at least not yet - and I think I like that about him.
He did follow me into the bathroom this morning, but he's not as OCD about it - yet - as Daffy was. Again… I think that's good.
Dante has already lifted everyone's spirits after Daffy's passing, our goldfish Creamsicle dying a few days later, and the Blue Jays baseball team going out with a whimper.
He enjoys sitting on my lap, but seems to have reckless abandon when it comes to doing that - always perched on the edge of me… and I don't want to see him fall…
We're still not sold on the Dante name. I've read Dante's Divine Comedy a couple of times, plus a Sci-Fi version by writers Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle called Inferno about 11 times - but we're still thinking about something better - another two-syllable or less name.
I was thinking 'Fred' from Scooby Doo.
By the way... the Japan connection is that I bought Inferno while in Japan at a bookstore in downtown Tokyo back in 1990 on a roadtrip with Matthew.