Back in 1998 when I only had 6 kitties, one of my customers from the pet grooming salon came in, crying her eyes out. Her beautifyul silver and white persian of 12 years had to find a new home. (husband-to-be was allergic). Well it was probably my favorite client (the cat, Zachary) so I told her, "Don't worry, I'll take Zack". She was relieved, but still torn. She thought about it for a month and decided she couldn't do it. (husband-to-be just had to adjust!) Good for her, good for Zack and good for me....or so you'd think! Well, I had gotten used to the idea that I was going to get another kitty. My husband had adjusted to the idea also, and I could not pass up the chance. So off I went....
Now we have quite a few shelters in this area, 2 local humane societies (the kill type) and numerous no-kill organizations. A lot of their adoption days and other activities are on a Saturday, though, and I work. So I was having a tough time hooking up with an organizaion to get a look at their cats. I was frustrated!!! It seemed every time I made plans to view a cat, something got in my way (Had to work unexpectedly, not available at the scheduled meeting time, even so much as the humane society putting a ban on cat adoptions due to an URI out break). My efforts were doomed.:(
Then one day, while at my vet's, and talking with the recepionist/tech, Gloria, I mentioned I was looking for a new cat. I described the "perfect cat" which at the time was - black, long-haired, male- When I arrived home that very minute my telephone was ringing. It was Gloria, saying "guess what I have in my hands right now??? A 3 month old, black, semi-longhaired male kitten who is in need of a home". Fate????? I don't think so. Someone out there knew this cat was waiting for me, and they just had to hold me off long enough for him to arrive. :) The rest is history.
Thanks for listening.
