Bijou

Bijou with the vet













Bijou at my house













Since I've been in my apartment for almost a year, and it looks like I'm staying put, it looked like a good time to make the plunge and finally get a kitty like I've been wanting to do for a while.


Bijou is a sweet little pastel tortoiseshell female 4-month old I rescued from the pound. She's already been fixed and potty-trained, and has had all her shots with the vet. She loves cuddling and purring - She shoves her nose under the blankets and stretches out next to me, while her paws knead me. I think in her whole lifetime of living on the streets of New Orleans and in a cage at the pound she has never been more relaxed.

She also likes to play with the toys I bought her: a leopard-skin fabric box house with a hiding place and a furry ball with feathers. I'm introducing her to the apartment one room at a time so she gets used to the place and doesn't run off to hide somewhere if she gets scared.

Bijou sometimes talks to me, too, and meows while she's running around playing or looking for me. She's hilarious!

Oh, and "bijou" means "trinket" (as in small piece of jewelry) in French