New member of the house

Well – She’s finally here!  I have a new cat.  I have been telling my students for two weeks that I would like to have a cat.  I know, what a hassle living in another country –and who knows all the things that could possibly go wrong… and what about when I travel?  No worries – it’s all taken care of.  So, there have been at least 5 students who have said that they have kittens that they know about that they would like to get rid of.  The only problem there is that (I think I have explained this before) but the animal population is almost communal.  People put out food, and certain animals have certain home bases, and they get their food there – and sleep in that yard.  But in the day, they wander and do who knows what in the city.  Well, I didn’t really want a (somewhat) wild cat to then take into my apartment.  So one of my students told me today that there were some kittens at the local animal hospital.  At my Hungarian lesson today, I asked my teacher if she knew where the animal hospital was in town, and she asked why I needed it.  I told her I was looking into getting a cat, and surprise – her grandparents had a kitten they would like to get rid of.  Ok, I don’t want your grandparents cat either – I told her I had already promised to look at the ones at the hospital, and I’d let her know on Monday if I still was looking for one.  Well – I translated Animal Hospital on the computer, and found the street on the map and set off.  Of course, about 5 minutes into my journey it started pouring rain out.  I went to what was the animal pharmacy, not the hospital – but they pointed me in the right direction.  I got to the right place, and walked in.  Then realizing that I hadn’t brought my dictionary, I froze a bit and said “Kerek egy ‘cat’”  Nice Hunglish Carla – I would like a “cat”  Nice.  She said something to me in Hungarian and I nodded – because you know that something always happens after you nod.  If you just stare at them blankly, they keep saying the same thing over and over – but if you nod, you move on to the next step in the social process.  She got up and left, and came back with two kittens, one in each hand.  I held one, and that was it – I chose her.  Mostly because the other one was making a lot of noise, but simply because she was already in my hand.  I signed some paperwork (not sure what it says) and signed on the dotted line.  I asked how much she costs – and the response I got was “ninche” nothing – there are so many cats here, they are giving them away.  So, it was still raining outside, and I asked for a box – she again said “ninche” – no box.  Hmph.  So, I shoved the cat in my vest, and walked home.  She has spent the night tearing around the apartment, then napping, then tearing around, then napping – I only hope that I can get through the night without being too disturbed by her tearing around.  I was pleased to get her from the animal hospital, and not from some random street.  

I don’t have a name for her yet – any thoughts?