One year ago today, Thatch's adoption agency provided me with this cage to help him, Annabelle, and me adjust to each other. The idea was Carol's, the nice lady who runs the pet adoption afency, and it was a lifesaver after nearly a week of hell.
It was really sweet; Annabelle climbed on top of the cage and reached one paw down to try to pet him, then she'd go the side, reach in and pet him. Being a little tough guy, he's not sure if he wants to be friendly yet, but he seemed to like watching the two of us play with the fishie on a pole and the catnip mouse.