Tonya
01-11-2004, 09:41 PM
All the comments about Ron's markings in my other thread made me think of the day I got him. I don't believe that I shared this story before, so I thought I would.
I have always frequented the local animal shelter. I go there and pet all the animals and just hang out with them. I just get sad over the idea that they are scared at a cold unfamiliar place, so I like to give them love.
At the cat room, all the cats have always been totally outgoing and friendly. They're all pretty much begging to be pet and taken home. I'd been there so much over the years that I *thought* I could pretty much call an animal's personality.
Anyways, the time came where we were in the market for another cat. It was going to be the youngest smallest female kitten that we could find.
I go into the cat room and I'm petting all the cats and hanging out with them. There is always a prison inmate in there watching the cats. (It's part of their volunteer program.)
I made my rounds on all the cats twice over. Then the inmate goes "Why do you always skip that black and white one? You skipped him last week too." I go "Which one, this one?!" He said "Yeah, the one with the goatee." I said "Oh, he looks so mean. He just sits in the back of his cage and hisses. He's huge, he'd hurt me!" The guy said "Why don't you give him a chance. He's not so bad once he's out of those bars."
I was scared. I can't explain it, but Ron looked so mean and intimidating compared to all the other cats. I didn't want to be rude or seem like a chicken though. I cautiously opened the cage and Ron spatted at me. I looked at the inmate and said "You get him out!" He sighed, walked up and grabbed Ron and handed him to me. The second I put Ron on my lap, he became a love. He purred and just wanted to be petted. He was estimated 5-7 years old, which was way out of our league though...
I called Mike and said "Look, I know that we really wanted a kitten, but there is this older cat here. Just trust me on this cat. I have a feeling. He's getting put to sleep today." We'd really had our hearts set on a kitten, and I knew Mike would say no to an adult cat. I was totally lying. lol. (In fact, I thought I had Mike fooled, and not to long ago he joked with a friend about how every single one of our pets were spared moments before death....according to Tonya. ;) )
So, that's how we wound up with Ron...And I sure love him!
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid99/p819f7f9d202dd51bec09783a1f366188/f9fac012.jpg
I have always frequented the local animal shelter. I go there and pet all the animals and just hang out with them. I just get sad over the idea that they are scared at a cold unfamiliar place, so I like to give them love.
At the cat room, all the cats have always been totally outgoing and friendly. They're all pretty much begging to be pet and taken home. I'd been there so much over the years that I *thought* I could pretty much call an animal's personality.
Anyways, the time came where we were in the market for another cat. It was going to be the youngest smallest female kitten that we could find.
I go into the cat room and I'm petting all the cats and hanging out with them. There is always a prison inmate in there watching the cats. (It's part of their volunteer program.)
I made my rounds on all the cats twice over. Then the inmate goes "Why do you always skip that black and white one? You skipped him last week too." I go "Which one, this one?!" He said "Yeah, the one with the goatee." I said "Oh, he looks so mean. He just sits in the back of his cage and hisses. He's huge, he'd hurt me!" The guy said "Why don't you give him a chance. He's not so bad once he's out of those bars."
I was scared. I can't explain it, but Ron looked so mean and intimidating compared to all the other cats. I didn't want to be rude or seem like a chicken though. I cautiously opened the cage and Ron spatted at me. I looked at the inmate and said "You get him out!" He sighed, walked up and grabbed Ron and handed him to me. The second I put Ron on my lap, he became a love. He purred and just wanted to be petted. He was estimated 5-7 years old, which was way out of our league though...
I called Mike and said "Look, I know that we really wanted a kitten, but there is this older cat here. Just trust me on this cat. I have a feeling. He's getting put to sleep today." We'd really had our hearts set on a kitten, and I knew Mike would say no to an adult cat. I was totally lying. lol. (In fact, I thought I had Mike fooled, and not to long ago he joked with a friend about how every single one of our pets were spared moments before death....according to Tonya. ;) )
So, that's how we wound up with Ron...And I sure love him!
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid99/p819f7f9d202dd51bec09783a1f366188/f9fac012.jpg