2. Describe the first time you did something (ride a bike, do a cartwheel, etc.).
The first time I did something……… I’m glad that the person who compiled this list put the further explanation at the end of that sentence! I’m sitting here and typing, but my mind is drawing a blank about the first time I did something. There was the first time that I knit an item and it looked good, or one of the many first days of school, or perhaps the first time I walked down a street and felt like nothing could stop me ever and all of the people around me seemed to agree. I can only imagine that the purpose of this exercise is to make you describe the mundane in detail, but I’ve never found these to be helpful 😦 So- here goes anyway.
-The first time I adopted a cat (or two!)
It had been 4 years since the death of the family dog, Opus, and I had been living in the DC area for 3 of those years. For the majority of the time I’d been here I’d had roommates or the place I was living just wasn’t a good place for me to get a pet. I also simply wasn’t ready to bring another animal into my life. It had been a little traumatic when Opus died because it had happened in my apartment and he passed in my arms. I still wonder if he was in pain when he left or if he really suffered a stroke like it appeared that he did.
So, I finally had a new job that paid enough for me to afford my own apartment (up to my eyeballs in ex-roommates that I’d like to forget- makes me think that I’m not so easy to live with ;)) and be financially able to support an additional vet bill. I began to scan the adoption adds since I would not go to a breeder, even though I couldn’t afford it if I wanted to, and I found an advert from King Street Cats Rescue for the “charmed babies”. I’m a sucker for a little magic so OF COURSE I clicked on the advert.
And there they were- it was the most adorable photo of a litter of black kittens and the rescue had given those names from the characters of the TV series Charmed. So I e-mailed the rescue to find out more about the process and the process just seemed to take on a life of its own. I always think about how people say that they didn’t find their animals, the animals found them- well, I think that we found each other. For the first time, all of the dominos just seemed to fall into place. I applied to the rescue and they couldn’t find anything wrong with me as a pet owner. I had enough money to take them in. I didn’t need to ask anyone’s permission (unless you count telling my leasing company so that they can charge me kitty rent). And the kittens were sweet as could be.
I went to their foster family’s house and got to meet the two, yes two, kittens that would soon be mine and low and behold- they didn’t hate me! $200 later and I was now the owner of a male kitten named Phoebe and a female kitten named Piper. Apparently, the rescue had miss-identified Leo’s Manly bits when they were naming the cats and thought that he was a she. I did rename him Leo (doubly cheesy- I know).
The first few days that they were at my apartment they were under the bed and a little scared. I would have just let them be, but Leo had a small cold so I did have to give him medicine twice a day so I’d have to catch him by blocking all doorways and crevices and lifting the couch onto its side. This is not a fun process if you are one human against two cats; let me tell you, and this is nothing compared to trying to clip their nails. But, they eventually realized that I was the key to how they received food and then after a while they got used to me.
We are now a bonded little family unit and I do feel bad for the poor guy if I decide to start dating anyone seriously, because if he doesn’t get them on his side- well, we’ll leave that to the what if scenario!
Toodaloo for tonight!