Bad news and good news. First the bad. No pictures yet. We only got her last night and I can't find the bloody stinking camera. I'll get too it.
The docs have been telling my wife that she should not have animals in the house for the next few years. Then Saturday happened. We went to Staples to get some thick paper for Cindy to use for Braille. Well PetsMart is right down from Staples in the mall. I said that I was going to go down there to "visit the prisoners" while Cindy shopped. She came down after.
We were looking at the fosters that the Humane Society had. They told Cindy, while I was in the can, that they had an older cat that they did not have out. When I came back Cindy was cradling this meezer. I'm not fond of meezers, don't shoot! Well anyway they said that they had not seen this cat be settled with anyone else. They bonded in less than 5 minutes.
Now they start telling me the sad story. It's an older cat. The foster mom was out of town and had left this cat at the store for better keeping. This PetsMart has a Banfield clinic in the store. They never expected this cat to be adopted.
The previous owner, and elderly lady, had passed away suddenly. No family it seems. The neighbors were cleaning out the house and had been taking turns keeping the cat. Finally turned it over the the HAHS. That was six months back.
The neighbors thought that the cat was 8 but the vet said over 10 but had no idea how much over. Now they tell me that she has bad teeth, gets sick in the car every time, can't get up on the furniture or bed, does not play, hates other cats. I felt like what was being described was a one owner used car.
I keep saying "the cat" because the neighbors did not know the name. The foster mom had been calling her "Jaylee". Since that was no official and we it did not turn us on we changed it. What we picked it descriptive. "Cocoa".
Chocolate Siamese. Dark leggings to the body in front and to the first joint in the back. Dark face. Blue eyes. Chocolate tail. She would make Milton Hershey cry. She is gorgeous!
She quickly figured out that there are no other cats in the house. She explored twice. She walked up to me and gave one of those meows that rises sharply in pitch at the end. Typical question type meow. I put up one finger then pointed it to her and said, "just you." She rubbed the wall and started kneading floor. She was so excited. Oh, this also means that she is smarter than they gave her credit for.
I have to cut this short. I'm setting at my office desk watching the sun rise and wanting to run all the way home. I miss her already.
We have a cat again!
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Originally Posted by BigCharles
) I'm looking for one of those rotary nail files like you see on TV. I can't wait "four to six weeks" and don't want anybody to use those old style "crimpers" 
Be happy there at the Rainbow Bridge 
Heaven is the place of final and complete happinees God has prepared for us----and if animals are necessary to make us happy in heaven, then you can be sure God will have them there. Reverend Billy Graham
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