We were once a 3 cat family in addition to 2 dogs. The dogs are Riley, a golden retriever and lab mix, she was a rescue; our current 2nd dog is also a rescue named Lola. Lola is a bit on the anxious side. She will bark at the mailman, the UPS truck driving by, Amazon truck driving by. And God forbid you ring the doorbell. All hell breaks loose with Lola. One afternoon I was sitting in the kitchen at our island and someone from a political party or some other ridiculous representation rang my bell. Lola went apeshit and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this person who totally destroyed my quiet. I yelled, “Good bye! Bye! You made my dog bark, bye!” From the kitchen. The person left.
Unfortunately 2 of our cats passed away. Smokey who was just an awesome, friendly, nobody bothers me cat; we think a Russian Blue mix. And Cash my gorgeous, long haired, timid, loved to hang out in the basement, purebred who knows what kind of cat. Cash was my cat.
So I visit a local, national pet store chain who has cats on display for a cat rescue group. Tommy and I went yesterday to see a cat that we really like. We fill out the application and we’re told they need to do a home visit. Ok. The woman comes today to do the visit. Lola is being Lola even though she’s medicated these days (not that you would even know). Riley is her wonderful, warm friendly self. The woman looks all around the first floor. Then asks to go upstairs…ok…then she asks to go in the basement. Jeez. Tommy goes with her because our basement stairs are kind of scary.
After this whole home visit the woman says she has to present us to “the board.” Hmmm. Interesting. She’s concerned because the cat we want to adopt is 4 yrs old and the cat we have, Belle is 15yrs old. Would we like to adopt 2 cats? No! She said she would call us with their answer. It was an interesting afternoon.
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 