Jen - I know what you mean about "just as if I'd picked him up off the street", and I've done that, but I'm frustrated that they have the information but it might be lost.
orangemm - There was something about the way Blackberry came over for attention while I sat on the floor, leaning into me and really enjoying it in a quiet way, needing but not demanding, that made me turn to him and say "You're coming home with me". I was there for another hour after that moment, torn between one cat and another, but I didn't change my mind about Blackberry. I feel as though I want to saturate him with love and attention.
I know I can say this here and no-one will think I'm silly. When Thumper was walking around the back of the love-seat last night head-bumping me, he started getting hold of my hair and washing it. This is something Ted had done from the time he was a kitten to the day before he died; I even cut off a lock of my hair and put it between his paws before I wrapped him in a blanket and took him back to the emergency vet. When Thumper started washing my hair, tears started rolling down my face and I understood that Ted had "sent" me to the shelter that day. I hadn't planned on going so soon, hadn't planned on getting more cats, most certainly hadn't considered replacing Ted, and even that morning I kept thinking the trip could wait. But something kept saying to me "now, now", and so I went. And I didn't think of adopting Thumper until the last minute, it was a very spur-of the last-moment decision. Ted was an all-grey cat too.
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