Copernicus

I am notorious in my family for having an insatiable desire for pets. Anything fuzzy, you name it, I've asked for it. Poor Nick has to say no so many times. Most of the time I don't REALLY mean it when I ask for an animal. Yeah, a porcupine would be cute, but in the end, probably not an ideal candidate for a pet. I hope Nick realizes that it's kinda my thing to ask for cute fuzzy things, and I fully expect to be said no to. That being said, I've been asking for a kitty for a long time. Noggin, our sweet little ragdoll ran away (aka: coyote) last December and I have been thinking about her ever since. Our other two cats, Chipper and Fairfax are great kitties too. They have been getting more and more snuggly ever since we adopted them from the shelter, but they still are not lap cats. Noggin was our lap cat, and I miss her so much. So since Hood arrived, he has been asking his Daddy (in a very Amy-sounding voice) for a cat of his very own. Yesterday, I went to the Seattle Humane Society...just to look.

I spent over two hours saying hi to all the cats (and dogs too). There were plenty of great cats, but as I was leaving, I thought to myself that there were no cats that I felt like I HAD to have. (This has never happened to me before.) Right as I was about to step out the door, I saw a little kitty room tucked in the corner that I hadn't noticed before. I went in and found one of the volunteers petting the biggest cat I've ever seen in my life.

I've always joked about how I want a cat that is too fat to fit through doorways...well this cat was what I was looking for.

I talked to Jennifer, the volunteer, for 15 minutes about this CAT (I have to capitalize it like that to fully emphasize his big-ness). His name was Nikolai and he looked like he should be a giant Polish man who liked to drink Vodka and jump into glacier-fed lakes. He had a constant grumble-purr and he just walked back and forth between Jennifer and me, alternately rubbing himself on our legs and flopping on his side so we could scratch his belly. Needless to say, I was in love.

So, to make a long story short, I have a giant, Polish cat at my house now. To reduce the confusion between Nicholaus (my husband) and Nikolai (my obese cat) I decided he needed to be named after the Polish astronomer, Nicolaus Copernicus(seems fitting, right?).

Copernicus is fat, I think I mentioned that, but you'd be amazed at how much the Humane Society people fixated on that. Aside from the sheer  poundage (19 to be exact), Pernie is in excellent health (no diabetes, or heart attacks). But, poor guy, I had to sign an Obesity Waiver to say that I was aware he was a little on the hefty side.

Anyway, my cat is super awesome.