For the a while now Brandon and I have been talking about getting a dog when we move up north. We have been doing research on it and then we actually started looking at cats. Brandon's parents have a couple of cats and even though I consider myself more of a dog person depending on the cat I actually do like them (even though no one in my family does and I am pretty sure they have all disowned me). After talking some more about it we decided while we live in an apartment we will have a cat and then when we get a house we will eventually get a dog (and keep the cat).
When we moved into this apartment our lease said no pets; however, our landlords are getting a divorce and they are splitting up all of their properties and because of this there have been some minor changes. Brandon and I decided to take a risk and ask what the chances would be of getting a cat. At first our landlord was kind of hesitant because she had learned recently about her soon to be ex-husband saying that some other tenants could have 24 chickens in their duplex. That's right, 24 chickens. After thinking about it though she decided a cat would be okay.
Brandon and I decided we would adopt a cat, and we decided we also wanted to get a full-grown cat because we wouldn't be able to give a kitten as much attention. We found an animal rescue place in Cedar City and we found the sweetest male cat who is almost two, is neutered, has had his shots, is litter box trained, and is house trained. We decided to name him Sam.
Now, we knew that for a couple of days Sam was going to be more shy at our place than the center because it is a new environment. He explored the apartment some (and was actually very good at listening to me when I told him not to go somewhere, like around power cords) and after exploring he decided he just wanted to chill under our guest bed:
Brandon was able to get him to come out some this morning. We got really excited about this and actually ended up scaring him and he went into hiding again; unfortunately he didn't go under the bed and we couldn't find him. We searched EVERYWHERE and a few hours later I finally found him hiding in a little space in our TV stand, and by the way he is not in this picture I just wanted to show where he was hiding:
My guess is that he liked how warm the computer is. Well, I moved the computer and he sprinted underneath the bed again. Luckily, he didn't chew on any of the computer cords or go to the bathroom. Once he isn't as shy I will teach him that he can't hide back there.