The Obligatory Cat Post
Or, Kitty Crisis of the Heart.
First off, I gotta say that animal shelters are always truly heartbreaking to me. I had a hard time when the Old Badness and I adopted Amelie and Miette, especially when we went back into the dog area, seeing all those sweet dumb faces in cages. We got a new cat this weekend, and the experience was unusually odd and sad.
The point of getting a second cat was to have a friend for Lillie, The Kid's cat who is four and a half. Lillie's a bit of a goofball, and somewhat moody. She mews at doors constantly and generally sounds pathetic and lonely, even when there are other people in the room. This is all a ruse though, because half the time you go to pet her, and she'll swat at you, annoyed.
On the first trip, I fell for a Himalayan mix. Blonde hair and blue eyes, Kitty was gorgeous and seemed quite friendly and happy to see people. She didn't look like a Himalayan with the ugly pushed in face - her face was traditional, but her coloring was cream with reddish points. We all sort of agreed on her and went home to think about it.
We went back on Sunday, and there were some new cats there, a few of them were interesting but I had my heart set on Kitty. We already knew that she'd be work - with all that hair and all it would mean daily brushing or she'd end up looking like me, and being that she was five and an only cat meant that the adjustment was going to be a lot harder. Then, the worst part. When we were ready to sign off on her, we found out she was surrendered because of litter box problems. That was the deal breaker. We have a lot of extra space but the thought of going through a several month break in period with unknown end results was just too much. Kitty really needed a no cat home with patient owners. I burst into tears and felt like an idiot for getting attached so quickly. It wasn't so much that we couldn't take her, it was the thought that we didn't know how many days she had left, or if someone else would be so taken with her pretty blue eyes before it was too late.
A hold was taken off of another cat I'd noticed while waiting, a young, pretty torbie, Lola, who'd been brought up from the back. (There's about 20 little rooms up front with animals available for adopting, and then there's an unseen place with about 90 cages where the other cats wait their chance at stealing hearts.) They'd put her in a room with another cat, and didn't seem to care, or even notice the other cat. Ok, bonus one, she's good around other cats. We went in to see her, and she started doing somersaults upon petting, and turned out to be a licker and headbutter. Super sweet. We found our new cat.
We didn't want another tabby, and I'm not a huge fan of full on torties, but Lola has really unusual markings - cinnamon tabby with random tortie patches and a white chest spot and white tips on her toes. So, I still get sad thinking about Kitty, but it's for the best, since Lillie is none too happy about the new addition. More about this in Part II.
First off, I gotta say that animal shelters are always truly heartbreaking to me. I had a hard time when the Old Badness and I adopted Amelie and Miette, especially when we went back into the dog area, seeing all those sweet dumb faces in cages. We got a new cat this weekend, and the experience was unusually odd and sad.
The point of getting a second cat was to have a friend for Lillie, The Kid's cat who is four and a half. Lillie's a bit of a goofball, and somewhat moody. She mews at doors constantly and generally sounds pathetic and lonely, even when there are other people in the room. This is all a ruse though, because half the time you go to pet her, and she'll swat at you, annoyed.
On the first trip, I fell for a Himalayan mix. Blonde hair and blue eyes, Kitty was gorgeous and seemed quite friendly and happy to see people. She didn't look like a Himalayan with the ugly pushed in face - her face was traditional, but her coloring was cream with reddish points. We all sort of agreed on her and went home to think about it.
We went back on Sunday, and there were some new cats there, a few of them were interesting but I had my heart set on Kitty. We already knew that she'd be work - with all that hair and all it would mean daily brushing or she'd end up looking like me, and being that she was five and an only cat meant that the adjustment was going to be a lot harder. Then, the worst part. When we were ready to sign off on her, we found out she was surrendered because of litter box problems. That was the deal breaker. We have a lot of extra space but the thought of going through a several month break in period with unknown end results was just too much. Kitty really needed a no cat home with patient owners. I burst into tears and felt like an idiot for getting attached so quickly. It wasn't so much that we couldn't take her, it was the thought that we didn't know how many days she had left, or if someone else would be so taken with her pretty blue eyes before it was too late.
A hold was taken off of another cat I'd noticed while waiting, a young, pretty torbie, Lola, who'd been brought up from the back. (There's about 20 little rooms up front with animals available for adopting, and then there's an unseen place with about 90 cages where the other cats wait their chance at stealing hearts.) They'd put her in a room with another cat, and didn't seem to care, or even notice the other cat. Ok, bonus one, she's good around other cats. We went in to see her, and she started doing somersaults upon petting, and turned out to be a licker and headbutter. Super sweet. We found our new cat.
We didn't want another tabby, and I'm not a huge fan of full on torties, but Lola has really unusual markings - cinnamon tabby with random tortie patches and a white chest spot and white tips on her toes. So, I still get sad thinking about Kitty, but it's for the best, since Lillie is none too happy about the new addition. More about this in Part II.
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