After we had to put our last cat to sleep in March, we knew we weren't ready to be pet owners again right away, if ever. Aside from the inevitable pain when they die, it's really, really, really, nice not having to deal with the litter, food, and cat hair everywhere every day. Plus it's super easy to travel, which we did quite a bit of.
However, to misuse a quote: "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Todd and I recently began talking about another pet, which led to perusing local shelters online. It was all very casual until Thanksgiving, which was held this year at my brother's house.
After lunch, the cat race clearly sent their little cat ambassador - a catassador, if you will, in the form of my brother's cat - on a deadly mission of endearment. Armed with only the cold resolve of a killer and a warm, vibrating love bomb strong enough to wipe out the population of an entire 7-11, the cat zeroed in on its target and detonated it's payload right in my lap...by curling up and purring itself to sleep.
That's when shit got real.
So we started to verbally weigh the pros and cons of a new cat or dog while stepping up our online shelter search, but it was clear the battle had already been lost. After ruling out a dog, it was just a matter of when, not if, we would get a cat. Then it happened:
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"Nicole was found with her sister living on the streets. She is super sweet and loves to have tummy rubs." read the posting on the Dallas County Humane Society website. It was love at first sight. I mean, look at those eyes! Plus she has a cute crooked tail (apparently from being broken at some point) that she curls up like a piggy! |
Following the instructions on the Humane Society website, we emailed our interest and followed it up with a completed 4-page(!) adoption application. We got a response that evening that Nicole was still available and we could meet her the next day. We were so excited!