Salem is now about 5 months old!
Is it bad to say that I'm so glad I foster failed? Because I'm so glad to have kept her. She is the sweetest, most doglike cat I've ever met. I love her like crazy, and I am not a cat person. At all.
She's so playful, social, cuddly, easy going, and just a fun cat. She gets along so well with the dogs, with kids, adults...I've yet to find something or someone she doesn't like. She's a complete chow hound (chow pussy? Haha, not mature enough for that), and will eat everything. She's partial to gluten free pasta and baby carrots with ranch.
She loves Nola, is curious about Pike, and is so tolerant with Layla. She's a 17 week old Mastiff, which equals: clumsy, clumsy, trample, trample, ooops-I-didn't-see-you-there, and Salem just takes it in stride. This cat has never scratched or bitten. Not once. Sometimes I wonder if she's a cat, or just a little dog that uses the litter box.
|Another thing about her is she's so chatty. She always has something to say!|
I mean these two....so cute.
|And then she's a sassy little brat that teases crated Layla.|