I sent my husband to the vet to pick up medicine for Bitsy and look what he brought home…
His name is Marcel…
…and he’s 7 years old.
His owner is in the hospital dying and Marcel needs a new home. That’s all my husband had to hear… he brought Marcel home.
He’s very sweet, a little shy and he’s spent the last month at the vet just waiting for the right person to want him. My husband thinks it was meant to be and there’s no doubt in his mind that Marcel was waiting for us.
Marcel’s had more than his share of hard times. He once got caught in the engine of a car and he’s had some major surgery because of it. It left him with a large chunk out of his hip area. We don’t mind a few imperfections. It’s part of his charm.
Chelsea and Bitsy are really good with him but Mooch isn’t quite sure she likes him. She puts up with him and I’m hoping she’ll come around.
Marcel hasn’t shared a house with other pets before but so far he’s doing just fine. He’s an amazing little black cat and I have totally fallen in love with him.
I know it can’t be easy for a little cat to understand what’s happening but he seems to be settling in. I hope he likes his new home :>)