A good friend is staying with us for a few days. The evening passed in a flash as we chatted and shared. She too has a passion for spinning, is artist, and a skilled woodworker.
She too fell in love with the new kitty, even threatened to sneak him off with her when she leave.
He has been named: Ebo (Long E)
A spur of the moment, mis-heard, made-up name. We were at a bike shop gathering information when the salesman mentioned a certain bike brand. Hearing the word as Ebo I repeated it aloud to remember it. He countered, “Evo, with a v.”
But Evo struck both Ed and I as a great name for the kitty with a sweet, loving personality and wild paws. Just look at that hind paw. Doesn’t it seem like it’s on backward?
His front toes are just as odd and adorable.
He loves being wherever we are. When I’m in the office he’s either on my lap or curled up on the fleece next to the desk. At night he’s on Ed’s lap when he’s sitting in his easy chair, or on the bed with us.
He totally relaxes like a typical feline. No matter where he is, or what position he happened to be in when he nodded off. Tonight when Ed got up from his chair, Ebo continued to sleep, face smashed against the arm, hind legs dangling over the edge.
We’re hoping Ebo has a very long, happy life with us.
This morning the temps hit below freezing for the first time this autumn leaving a layer of frost on the exposed yards.