I could literally leave this post at just that. I love my cat, she’s better than all pets on earth, no arguing.
On Christmas Day 2014, I decided that I wanted to spend the next day at shelters, just looking at cats (THIS IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA). I didn’t plan on adopting one that day (ha!).
Our first stop was a smaller shelter about 20 miles away. I had looked online at the cats they had rescued, and there was an adorable little orange kitten that I wanted to name Henry or Alfred. My sister’s attention was drawn to a little gray fluffball named Haddie.
The second I got there I bee lined for the little orange cat. He was asleep, and had 0 interest in me. I wandered over to where my sister was playing with the little gray cat. She immediately started licking my hand. I asked if we could take her out of the cage as she was basically trying to break out at that point.
We took her into a playroom and she immediately climbed on my shirt and started licking my face. She was mine.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to adopt her that day. My landlord hadn’t called back to confirm that I was permitted to have a pet in her house. I was told I could come back the next morning and adopt her then.
The shelter opened at noon the next day, and I was in the parking lot waiting at 11:45. My landlord never called. I left her six voicemails. The shelter saw my desperation as a pesky four year started inching closer to her cage. They said they would move forward as long as my landlord called by the end of the day. I packed her up that night and made the drive back to DC from Pennsylvania with my little sidekick by my side.
Until that day, I didn’t know what it meant to have something to look forward to when I got home. No matter how bad my day was, I knew that I would have my adorable little gray kitty waiting to snuggle and give kisses as soon as I got home. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure that I could love a living thing that much. Trouble sleeping? No problem, she turns herself into big spoon and puts her paws on your back to keep you relaxed.
Not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for this little snuggle monster that has been, by far, the biggest blessing I’ve ever had in my life.