A celebration of the kitties (and their friends) of the CatBlogosphere in verse.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Doesn't he look sweet? Fenris joined the kitties at Alasandra's house on February 9th of this year. He was rescued from a shelter after some mean human dumped him and his four littermates in a cardboard box at the Space Center. He is either a Great Pyranees mix or a Pyrean Mastiff mix. He is not quite six months old now. He is going to grow up to be a BIG dog. He is a very gentle dog. He likes all the cats, but they are not quite sure what to make of him yet. Socks just ignores him. Scylla likes to get up on a high perch and watch him. Charybdis thinks she might like to play with him, but then gets scared of him when he gets close to her. On his part, Fenris doesn't really chase the kitties, except when he thinks Charybdis wants to play. Fenris got his name from the youngest son. Fenris or Fenrir is the Wolf of Ragnarok, which is a rather fierce name for such a sweet puppy. Maybe it is those ice-blue eyes that caused the youngest son to choose that name. The characteristic that really stands out about Fenris is that he is such a happy puppy. He loves everyone and everything. He really loves to sit in Mom's lap. This might become a problem, as he has already doubled his weight since he was adopted. He loves to play with the soccer ball and with a tennis ball and with any stick he finds. If no one wants to play with him, he will amuse himself with a stick.
The word that best describes Fenris is happy, Especially when he's in his Mommy's lappy. He runs and woofs Despite tail poofs. Fenris is just a happy chappy.