I decided to get a cat.
My dog died of old age almost 3 years ago. Had enough time on my own and felt like someone has to tend to the apartment while I was gone at work during the day. I always loved cats and this was a good time to try having one and having the sole responsibility for it.
So I started looking for adopting a cat. There are a few shelters in my city, a lot of Facebook pages for cats that need home, and a couple of web sites where people are gifting away kittens and adult cats both.
I didn’t want any cat… I wanted MY cat. Call it mambo jumbo, but it was a process of looking for a cat that felt like its mine. I believe in the end it wasn’t me who chose the cat, but the cat chose me. 😀
I found a couple of cats that gave me the vibes – a deaf Angora 2yo white cat and another long haired multi colored beauty. Both posts were out dated and the cats were already gone.
Then a post for a cat rescued form the outskirts of my city came up. According to the post it was an abandoned Russian Blue cat at around 9 months of age. It felt like the right cat for some reason. I instantly sent a message to the author of the post.
On the other day I had a call with the girl that had rescued the cat. The cat was overall healthy, but was being treated for some skin issues around the ears (not sure what the medical term in English is). Anyway, that didn’t bother me at all and was looking forward to help with whatever I can if needed.
We agreed that I meet with the cat before we decide anything. There is always a possibility that we won’t click with each other, and didn’t want to force a cat having to spend time with me if there was no alchemy (don’t judge me, my personal views 🙂 ).
So I went to meet the with the cat at her current owner’s apartment. More about it in the next post.
I plan this to be inconsistent series of posts about my experiences with the cat – good and bad moments, funny and stupid stories, some photos occasionally, thoughts, lessons learned, etc. 😉