Bright lights / big city / we have / a kitty
Sooooooooooo we didn’t get Waffle. The Humane Society doesn’t let people “reserve” animals (first come first serve), and when I checked their adoptions page right before we headed down there, Waffle’s picture was gone.
Meaning she had been adopted by someone who had an earlier appointment that morning.
I’d already bonded with her so much just by looking at her picture that it was almost like another loss. I ugly cried about it while Nate was in the shower.
But we decided to go anyway; perhaps another cat needed us.
And one did – we ended up with this pretty girl right here:
We don’t have a name for her yet, but she was very calm on the car ride home and seemed to not be afraid at all as she explored the house. It was hard to get a non-blurry picture of her.
It’s going to be interesting to see how different she is from Jazzy.
Edit: we named her Pepper!
Cat? I’m a kitty cat. And I dance, dance, dance, and I dance, dance, dance
The thought of getting a new cat is a conflicting one. On one hand, it would feel like a betrayal to Jazzy because she died exactly a month ago today, which isn’t that long ago at all, and it’s like even thinking of a new cat feels like we’re replacing her. On the other hand, there are so many cats in Calgary who need good homes, and we are in a position to provide that to one (or more) cats.
I was looking at the Calgary Humane Society adoptables today (because that’s what I do in my free time) and saw this sweet creature:
I felt an instant bond with her. Even just by seeing her pictures. Like…I need to meet this girl and see if we can help her. I’ve already renamed her Waffle.
So Nate and I have booked an appointment on Tuesday morning to go and check her out and possibly bring her home if we feel the same bond in person.
I’m excited. And sad. And guilty. And excited.
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