This is Petey, the newest member of Chez V. He's about seven weeks old. He was rescued from a trash can in Brussels by two kind souls who were not repelled by his crusted-shut eyes and the maggots swarming aroud him. He nearly died, but look at him now. With medical care and lots of TLC, he's sleek and sweet.  (Wish I could photoshop out the spooky x-ray eyes, but I'm a techno-tard.)

Amy,  our reigning feline queen, surveys her new subject. She is wary and less than impressed. For 13 years, she's ruled Chez V with a velvet paw. 

Amy says that if Petey turns into a sofa-shredding, curtain-climbing, hairball-hurling troublemaker, we're changing his name to Nance.  (See her comment on the previous entry.)

 Nance, doesn't he look sweet?  Shall we call him Santa Claws?

December 5, 2006