In June we had to put our cat to sleep. V-8 (named for the engine) was 21+ years old and finally couldn’t walk and didn’t want to eat. I cried of course. He’d been a member of the family since 2003. We got him from the local county humane shelter.
I heard on the local TV news that they had an overabundance of cats at the same shelter. So my husband and I made an appointment to visit and we had decided we wanted a male and female cat at least one or two years old.
Evidently the response had been good so when we got their August 30, there were hardly any adult cats left. I really don’t “do” kittens, but there were a pair of 6 month old siblings playing the the cat cage area for socialization. One of them hopped up on my lap and began purring. My husband couldn’t make a decision so we left with regrets. A few blocks from the shelter, we parked and discussed it. He finally decided he wanted the young bonded pair, brother and sister so we drove back and put in our claim.
They were about to be neutered and spayed so we were asked to come back in two days. Well, when we returned, we were told a mistake had been made during intake and we were getting two brothers. Well, what could we say? Home we went. So far so good! And fortunately I had “baby-proofed” the main part of the house so we’re doing okay. Except they like to climb up onto the top of our kitchen cabinets! Oh, well, boys will be boys. But what did we name our boys? Well, that story will come next month!
I have cats but I love dogs too!
Such a sweet story. It's always hard to lose a beloved pet. Your new kitties look like my daughter's cat, Figaro.
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