Don't let Doodad's mild-mannered appearance fool you. After we de-infested him (he had a milyun fleas) and gave him something to eat, he perked right up and has become a regular little terrorist.
Doodad is a fearless little guy who attacks Bijou at every opportunity and from every conceivable vantage point. He leaps from the tall couch as if it were just a tiny step down, races into the kitchen, then races back into the living room merrily.
The kids and I have desperately wanted a kitty-cat for the longest time, and I think we might have finally found the one for us. Dad was rather curmudgeonly about it at first, but when I talked it over with him, he agreed.
And true to form, Doodad is especially fond of Dad and always climbs onto him whenever he sits on the couch. Don't they always seem to gravitate toward the person who doesn't like them? At any rate, Dad has softened quite a bit about the whole thing. He's the one who came up with the name, actually.
I figure it will be shortened to "Dude" at some point in the near future.
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