After losing Oscar, a month ago, I have been completely heartbroken. I am a person who never had any interest in having a cat. That was, until Oscar showed up. He simply wouldn’t leave, and he needed to be taken care of. He stole my heart, fully. I have missed having a cat around, and have made several visits to the animal shelters the past 4 weeks. I was looking for Oscar, not another cat. Yesterday’s visit to the shelter was my one last time to look for Oscar. No Oscar, but I found George. We’d actually met when I first visited the shelter a month ago, but only through the cage. My son, Zack, was with me yesterday, and he’s been offering to pay for adoption fees if I wanted another cat. He pestered me to actually “meet” some cats, and so I asked to meet George. OMG! Did I ever get picked! My friend, Stacy, does a lot of cat rescue and fostering. She’d given me some excellent tips in looking for a new cat. One of them was to see if a cat would let me lay it on its back and touch its belly. Not only did George not mind it, he was like a wet noodle! When I raised him back up, I had his back against my body. He proceeded to purrrrr and rub his head under my chin. When I looked at Zack to say something, George literally wrapped his leg and paw around the side of my face and pulled me back to him, nose to nose! I was butter! I did take a couple of hours to meet other cats, but none of them chose me. Besides, they were all younger cats, and I wanted one a little older. I know that people want younger cats and kittens, and I wanted a buddy that needed me just as much as I needed him. George is 5, the oldest cat at the shelter. He has a bit of one ear missing, and he’s a bit chubby. A perfect fit! He is adjusting well, and I’m so glad that Zack encouraged me to “meet” him! Good son! **forgot to mention that when I asked how long he’d been at the shelter, they told me he was left there on January 18……my birthday!**
