Merry Meet and Happy New Beginnings, Family and Friends!
As some you may know, my husband has had a long standing moratorium on my getting any more pets, which I have made a long standing committment to ignore.
So, it was the first Sunday after the New Year and after spending the better part of the weekend indoors making Yule/Christmas go away, I needed to get out of the house. As much as it was a relief having the stress of the holidays behind me, they were indeed wonderful and I found it all quite depressing.
My husband had promised to take our daughter, Kyla, to get a new video game and I thought I would...ya know, just tag along. Seriously, for reasons that are only clear to me now, I felt an overwhelming need to visit Petco. For those of you who don't have a Petco where you live, imagine a supermarket exclusively for pets and you'll know what I mean. The other thing Petco offers is pet adoptions!
As my husband and daughter made there way towards the video store, I casually said, "I'm just going to go over to Petco", all the while knowing that I had an ulterior motive. I walked into the store and there was the rescue agency, "Felines in Need" set up with rows of cages with cats and kittens waiting to be adopted. Almost against my will, I was drawn to the last cage and there was a beautiful black long haired kitten with golden eyes. She was...exquisite!
And yet, it wasn't only her beauty that I was struck by. Her eyes told the story of a spirit that had been broken. Despite the fact that she had obviously been well cared for, she appeared dejected! The adoption agent explained that it was her first time being shown and that she was probably just stressed.
I didn't care what the reason. At that moment, I made a promise that she would never feel that way again.
I took a picture and sent it to my daughter's cellphone with a note that said, "Come see the new baby! Don't tell Dad!!!". Then I asked the adoption agent if I could fill out an application. I was feverishly filling out the paper work when I noticed my husband and daughter walking towards the store!
My husband immediately walked over and demanded, "What are you doing?'. "Nothing", I answered, not very convincingly, but with that "deer in the head lights" expression just for effect. "We're not getting another cat!", Ray said. "I know. I'm not getting her, I'm just filling out an application", I replied. Isn't she cute?, I asked. "Yeah, she's cute. Are you out of your mind?", he asked, seriously. For the love of nerve! He's asked me that more times than I can count! You would think after 23 years he'd know the answer by now! "We're not getting another cat!", he repeated. I nodded in agreement....just for effect. I finished writing and the adoption agent told me she'd check my references and let me know by the end of the week if we would be approved for the adoption.
For the better part of the week Ray kept insisting that we were not going to get another cat. On Wednesday last, the adoption agent phoned to tell us they had made their decision and I broke the joyful news to Ray.
May I present....
By the way, Musette has only been with us for a few days and my husband has told me every day how cute she is!
Ahhhh....it's good to be right!
In Darkness, Light!