Cat Lady

I’ll admit it.  I’m a cat lady.  All of my friends know it and I embrace it.  Sometimes I’m asked if I’ve always loved cats or if I recently started, as if it’s some kind of inherent trait like freckles or the ability to play the violin.  It all began one cold November afternoon when I decided I wanted a little furry roommate.  I knew I didn’t want the responsibility of a dog and any type of hamster or guinea pig is just weird when you’re over the age of 15.  I decided to check out the Indianapolis Humane Society one evening after work and while I was intent on finding a precious little kitten to call my own, none of the ones I met seemed like the right fit.  I went home empty handed.  Then, a few days later, I was looking at their website and saw that a litter of the most darling fluffy bundles of love had made their way to the humane society.  In an attempt to still be able to get one, I left work early and had my friend who loves cats meet me, as if I was shopping for a car and needed a second opinion.  I opened their cage up and a tiny gray furball named Chiclet climbed out of the cage and right into my lap.  I knew we were meant to be, the way I assume adoptive parents feel when they first meet their adoptive child. 

Over a year later, I am so happy that I made the decision to go to the humane society to adopt Twiggy (because she’s a British Shorthair and I felt she needed an equally as British name, even though she's a little chunky).  The adoption fee included micro-chipping and her first vet visit.  She has been the best, most well-behaved and social cat that I’ve ever met.  If you are considering a new pet, please adopt!  There are so many loving cats and dogs who need good homes and they will love you so much in return.  Just watch one of those commercials with Sarah MacLaughlin singing in the background.