After we lost our 18 year old cat, Gemini, last summer, we decided to take some time before we got another cat. Just before Thanksgiving, I started getting the feeling that it was time, so I started looking online at cats in shelters in the area. Then I saw this sweet face:
Since he was so little and scared, we decided that we should choose a slightly older female for the 2nd adoptee, so maybe she might mother Brody. In the cage next to his was a 2 1/2 year old female named Rain who had been rescued from a "kill" shelter. We were touched by her story and decided she should be the one, provided that they got along. When we went to meet them, there was also another female around the same age, Curly Sue, that was suggested as an alternative if we didn't bond with Rain.
Well, Rain turned out to be rather "tempermental," Curly Sue was sweet but shy, and Brody was just trembling and couldn't wait for the chance to hide under a piece of furniture. Not an auspicious beginning for any of us. We figured that Brody would come around with time, and Curly Sue was very sweet, so we decided to take the two of them.
But how could we leave Rain behind, knowing that she wasn't going to be the ideal sweet lovable kitty for most folks? If we were willing to give Brody time to come around, we decided that Rain deserved a shot too. And really, what's the difference between having 2cats and having 3? So all three came home with us. The girls were given new names.
Tess (formerly Rain), is on the left, and Suzy (formerly Curly Sue) is on the right:
A week later, we were at the PetSmart picking up food, and there was the most adorable little black & white kitten in the playroom. We thought she was in the process of being adopted and asked her story. It turns out that a long-haul truck driver had driven from FL and when he got to NJ, he heard a noise in his truck. He had the chassis stripped, and they found "Michelle," in the chassis covered in grease, but otherwise unharmed. She'd apparently stowed away for the ride from FL. Now, my DP is originally from FL and drove to NJ in a truck. Added to that, my brother (who passed away about a year before) had a black & white cat named Michelle that he just adored. When we found out that she wasn't in the room to be adopted, but just while her caged was being cleaned, we decided that there were too many signs to ignore, and that she was the next member of our family. We changed her name to Molly:
She & Brody get along like siblings. Here are a couple of my favorite pictures of the two of them, sweet & loving one minute, and wrestling like it's a death match the next: