So…I admit it.
I like slow lorae, puppies, baby hedgehogs, buckets of sloths and yes, cats. Kittehs, LOLcats and even the ever elusive Puppy Dressed as a Kitten, all good in my book.
“Why cats?” A cold-hearted person might ask.
My response (other than trying to figure out how this obvious robot looks so human-like) would be: One, I haven’t found a Unicorn yet (yet!!!!). And two, cats are basically the perfect pet/animal/masters-at-staring-contests. So how could I *not* have a cat, could be my rejoinder.
Exposition aside, if I could adopt more animals I would because, as we have all heard, there are many many animals who could use a place to shack up for a while. So when it came time to adopting an animal–and after a long circuitous circumnavigation in search of the ever elusive Unicorn–I settled on a cat. I looked at a number of shelters online–on Petfinder in fact, *wink*!–and settled on Bidawee. I’m a tactile kinesthetic kinda dude–as Dotcom would say–so that meant I had to go down to the shelter and see these new potential Best Friends For Life in the real. When I got to the shelter they showed me a number of cats and they all had their pros and some with many cons. Shelters aren’t always the greatest place to play with these animals, ironically, but you try to suss out the best fit for you, or at least thats verbatim what the brochure said. I was just ready for the Kittehs! Bring em on!
After playing for about an hour with a small tabby, I was ready to settle on her, when a funny thing happened, oh wait it’s not funny, because she went all Kathleen Turner in War of the Roses on another cat. So sadly, she was out. I say funny, because that little aggro moment is what brought me to the cat I ultimately ended up adopting, Amie. She was in this back room, chilling on what can only be described as a cat lazy-E-boy, looking calm and serene. Perfect! We played a little chase the yarn, talked the financial crisis (she was very topical!) and overall just got a feel for each other. I was told she was going to be a “project” since she was so shy, but other than that she was exactly what I was looking for. Except one thing. Her name. Traci. TRACI. With an “I”!!! Who does that to a person, let alone a cat?!? After we got her all crated up and ready to go, I called a car–only the best for Traci!–and started driving back uptown. On the way up, the name Amie popped in my head and the rest is history.
I’ve had her over a year now and she is very much the cat I sought out to get. She’s quiet, mellow, cleans up after herself, sleeps under the couch: in short, she’s the perfect roommate and I’m glad she’s here. Now if we can just figure out her paying some rent…hmmm.