Yesterday we went down to the Animal Protection Society with the intent of looking at some dogs. We got there and saw that they had a lot of Rottweilers. A lot. Sure, they may be cute when they're puppies, but when they get to be ginormous Death Star-sized beasts, they're not really my cup of tea. They had a few others breeds in there but they were already old enough to have developed bad habits. It's not their fault that they were abused and let out into the street, but I'm really not so magnanimous that I want to be their forever-owner.
On a whim, we decided to go into the cat rooms. There was one bastard long-hair that was hissing and trying to bite people through his cage. That was funny. There was another feral cat under a towel trying to claw his way out of the cage. That was funny as well.
There was one young blue-gray cat they'd named Abbie that was hiding under a towel. All we could see was a little patch of head poking out. I asked the volunteer what was wrong with her. Turned out to be nothing--she'd only been there two days and was still scared shitless. When she opened the door and began petting her we saw what was a very pretty cat who enjoyed being petted.
Damnit, I wanted that cat. Herein lies the problem: APS closes its doors at 2 p.m. on Saturdays, and stop letting people play with the animals after 1:30. It was 1:37. We spent so much time with those barking brutes in the kennels that we didn't get a chance to even hold the cat. I certainly wasn't going to put a deposit down on an animal I hadn't had a chance to play with, so we left feeling dejected.
They're closed today. I'm really afraid that when I go back in there tomorrow to get that cat it'll be gone. The more I think of it, the chance of that isn't really great seeing as how no one had taken it in the time we were there, and they haven't even posted the cat's picture on the website yet. I'm going to race down there during lunch tomorrow and put a deposit on that cat. They'll be seeing a grown woman cry if it's gone.
We know we're going to get a cat, so we went and bought everything we'd need to bring a cat home.
Wish me luck on this.
I've always thought of myself as only a "dog person". I never imagined ever wanting a cat. After reading this story, you have my heart going out to the poor kitten as well.
Right now, you're reminding me of a hopeful adoptive parent. I do hope the kitten is stil there when you arrive tomorrow. Best wishes.
Posted by: MsThing at April 3, 2005 11:53 AMI hope you get the Kitty... it will have the most wonderful life with you guys. The stories alone will be cool... If you don't have a name picked out yet... maybe you can run a contest.
I vote for Rover
Posted by: Keeme at April 3, 2005 01:34 PMAww, Tiffany's gonna start cat blogging!
No, really, good luck with the kitty. Our cat was so spoiled before we had kids - she WAS our kid. No wonder she's never forgiven us for bringing them home.
Just so you know, I prefer Fresh Step Scoopable - it has fresh smelling blue "crystals" or some such nonsense. Also our Ko-Ko would never use the covered litter box like you seem to have gotten - she's a "percher". She perches on the edge of the box and hangs her butt over the litter to "do her bid-ness". I WISH she'd use a covered box because our dog thinks that "kitty butt nuggets" are a rare delicacy...eww. If she wasn't so old, I'd toilet train her. (Yes, it can be done...)
Do you think you can wait until lunch tomorrow? I'm glad you're so excited! You'll be a great kitty mama.
Posted by: Momotrips at April 3, 2005 03:57 PMI hope that the cat is still there when you go to get her.
Posted by: Adi at April 3, 2005 10:59 PMAw! Kitties! Yay you! You must start Friday Cat blogging! I vote for the covered cat box, it'll be fine. When I got Tex he was so small I had to take the door of the lid off because he was too small to make it open. Aw! Kitty!
Posted by: Diana at April 4, 2005 07:36 AMGood luck!
Posted by: Fraulein N at April 4, 2005 11:26 AMYou're missing a key piece of equipment there. In fact, get a couple of them. I'm talking about squirt guns, of course. They are invaluable for saving things like furniture, drapes and carpets. Plus if you're bored and the cat's asleep you can use them to safely determine how high a cat can jump from a dead sleep.
Posted by: Jim at April 4, 2005 01:11 PMAh, see, that fancy smancy beige thing is just the carrier we had to get to bring her home in. The grey bin with the scoop next to it will be the casa de los poopies.
I contemplated getting a litter box with a cover since cats supposedly enjoy privacy, and then I figured it'd be a pain in the ass to clean.
*adds "squirt gun" to shopping list*
Posted by: Tiffany at April 4, 2005 01:42 PMAh, see I thought the gray thing was the Casa de los Poopies, but with the lid taken off. The high sides are nice, too, because the litter gets all over when they "bury" their "prize". My cat is so old, I forgot about the squirty thing. Now she just lounges (and sheds) where ever the hell she wants to. Old biddy.
Posted by: Momotrips at April 4, 2005 04:48 PM