Introducing Katharsis

After about a year of back-and-forth argumentation wether or not it would be a wise decicion to get a cat, we saw an add from the local shelter, and just went with it.
In some ways it is my way of living through a quarter-life crisis, and just doing what I want for a change.

The poor thing was full of felted hairballs and ticks, but settled straight in on the sofa.
After a quiet night, she is now drinking, eating and has used her litter box. So far so good!

We settled for the name Katharsis, because it has all the things in it. It starts with the sound cat, it is not too much of an clichè, and it is a lovely term that greatly explains my drive to watch soppy Nicholas Sparks-movies.

The hope is that this lovely little hairball will provide company for when we're home alone, and that in return we give her a sweet life in this too-large house.