I've tried starting this thread several times and am just not sure how to do it. Forgive me for the long post. I tried to make it short, but it just kept growing each time. I think this may be the shortest one yet.
On Saturday my friend and her husband asked me to go with them to Nashville to get winter coats. (I have a terrible coat addiction and made a promise to myself that I would not even look at any for me.) I stuck to my guns! I picked out a coat for each of them. Then we were going to go to eat. But and you knew there was a but coming, didn't you? I asked if I could run into PetSmart to get cat food. I had determined I was not going to look at the kitties there. I just couldn't handle doing that right now. So in I walked, got my cat food, and looked over at my friend staring at the kitties. The area was closed for cleaning. Knowing I couldn't go in and have any kitties grab me, I walked over as a big orange bum was crawling under the cages. He had just been let out so that his cage could be cleaned. I saw a 3 month old smoke gray kitten, Boo. He didn't seem very interested in us though. He finally opened his eyes, and they looked gold rather than green. Oh well. Plus, he was a kitten. If I were going to adopt, my preference would be for an adult male that had been given up by owners. I dodged a bullet! The lady who was cleaning the orange kitty's cage said that if we were interested in adopting we could come inside. We were just looking, so off to the checkout and out the door! SAFE!
Until I was bored on Sunday and felt brave enough to go on Petfinder! OOPS!I was only searching for gray males. I thought I'd see if I could find Boo online. I couldn't find him going through searches. Finally I remembered the name of the rescue organization that had the cats at PetSmart that day. Nope, still no Boo. But...yup, another but. I found the owner of that orange bum! His name is Schroeder. He had been adopted over two years ago but was returned when his owner could no longer take care of him because of cancer treatments. He lost his owner to cancer. I lost my kitty to cancer. And we have the same color hair/fur!
I sent an e-mail asking tons of questions about him and then spent the rest of the night checking my e-mail every 5 minutes. Nothing. No response Monday. Today, I found a different e-mail address for the rescue organization and forwarded the other e-mail to that one. The response was from someone on the board of directors. She didn't have answers to all of my questions but did give me some additional information. Schroeder's foster mom won't have access to e-mail until Thursday. I responded by sending a phone number. Hopefully I'll get a call tomorrow.
Anyway, I'm nervous because I've never adopted through a rescue organization. I'm scared they won't let me adopt him. I'm scared he won't like me. I can't wait to meet him in person and see if he'll fit in around here. I know Aroara won't be happy, especially at first. But if he is laid back enough, I think she'll come around, eventually. So long story short, I'm not sure if he will live with me, but I did get permission for him to live here. If our meeting goes well and the rescue organization will approve it, Schroeder just may have a home here. He will never replace Morgan, but maybe we can help each other get over the losses we've recently experienced. Now, I'll shut up and show you his picture...
Meet Schroeder:
Any suggestions for the rescue application process?
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