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That’s because I had my heart set on adopting an orange tabby cat this time. My long-time furry friend, Chelsea, a gorgeous solid gray kitty, had died in July at the age of 19 (she had moved in with me at the age of 3 months). She was not sick…she just died of “old age.” What a fun life we had together…traveling all over the country. But those are other stories…this is about my quest for a new pet. I was missing having a furry companion to share my life with; and though I was still grieving her loss, I knew my recovery would only be helped by finding a new kitty who needed a good home. I wanted an older cat, one others did not want. Kittens are amazing but too much for me to handle these days! I’m older and disabled, and I knew I needed a more settled and laid-back companion.
So, regarding this particular one who caught my eye, I was told his name was Beetlejuice (yikes!). His golden-green eyes were huge as I got closer to him, perched high on that wall unit. I asked the staff if I could see him, and it took about 20 minutes for him to be “caught.” Poor fellow, he was a little frightened. But once the staff got him down from the wall unit, he ran into a cubby on the floor nearby and I sat down on the floor to try to get to know him. He watched me cautiously, eyes still huge.
I slowly reached one hand toward the cubby opening, and to my delight, this big guy allowed me to rub his head and chin, and he loved it! I pulled my hand away and in a few moments, after giving it a little thought, he came out of the cubby to head-butt my hand! Then he flopped down on the floor near me and rolled over and showed me his belly. And he was purring! So I cautiously reached out to touch his belly fur, and he scooted over a little closer so I could rub it really well. A tummy rub on the first meeting! Wow! The staff and volunteer workers were amazed because he had not let anyone else do that! And of course, I was smitten! He ran back into the cubby a few times to hide when noises frightened him or when I moved too quickly. But he would come back out each time and let me pet him again, always flopping down and rolling over for me to rub his gorgeous white belly!
Needless to say, I was in love and so after 2 more visits and a home visit which led to me being approved to adopt this special-needs kitty (who needed a quiet, one-person, one-kitty home), I was allowed to take him to my tiny apartment. He was so shy to begin with, but in time he has learned to welcome all of our visitors (rather than hiding in the tub) and spends lots of time in my lap, purring loudly, finally able to relax and be happy. He does not even flinch when the phone rings now!
By the way, I changed his name to Chester…which is much more appropriate for this handsome, 18-pound, gentle giant. And he seems to like it, always coming when I call his name or answering me if he is too busy lounging in one of his three beds! Spoiled, you may say. Most definitely, I would reply, just as he should be!