Remington was an accidental adopt. After Chai died, I started idly browsing Petfinder.com. My remaining cat, Spiffy, was having a hard time being without another cat, so when I ran across Remington, formerly named Scotch, I fell in love with his huge, brown owl eyes, and those Scottish fold ears.
I was actually already planning on taking a trip to New York City, and Montreal was a mere 8-hour bus ride away, so I called up my airline and asked if they could switch my departure location, expecting a huge price change. They did it for free, and I considered that a sign.
Remington had been rescued off the streets in Montreal and was being cared for at Hôpital Vétérinaire LaSalle. Despite the absurdity of a Texan adopting a cat nearly two thousand miles away and not speaking French, the clinic was super great about working with me. I picked him up and he slept the entire two flights back.
I kept him in my bathroom during quarantine period, as he had a bit of upper respiratory issues going on, and I wasn’t sure how he’d get along with Spiffy considering he was somewhere between 1 and 2 and had only just recently been neutered. But by the time he was done with his meds, he accidentally slipped past me through the door before I was ready to introduce him with Spiffy, and they immediately bonded.
He had a bit of a problem biting, but he’s growing out of it now that he knows he’s in a safe places. He’s totally embracing that house cat life. He loves lazing around by my bay windows or on the bed and has settled in rather nicely. We’re happy to have him!