I'm in love. Meet Reggie, the newest member of our family. I think he may have the best purr in the entire world.
We have always been cat-people, and when out last cat died, at the ripe old age of 17, we took a few months to be cat free. It wasn't good. But probably necessary. We missed the old guy.
I half-way assumed that when it was time for us to have a cat again, one would appear at our doorstep. Isn't that how it usually works? Cats just kind of show up, right? Finally last week, we decided it was time to be proactive and find a cat— something I have never done before.
We piled the kids in the car and headed over to BARCS (Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter), where a friend of ours volunteers. After a short wait, we were escorted back to the cat rooms — 5 in all. Each room held dozens of clean cages with cats. I expected to have a few cats to choose from, but instead there were over 100. There are so many wonderful pets to adopt here that it's a bit overwhelming. The volunteers were so patient and helpful, and the animals are all well cared for, but hey, it's a shelter, and so many animals being here is tough to think about.
I thought I knew what/who we were looking for (kitten, female, maybe stripey), but at the end of the day, it came down to personality. Something about this guy stuck (not kitten, not female, not stripey). When I held him, I swear he gave me a great big cat hug. What? You don't think cats can hug? Well this one did, and then he nuzzled my cheek. "Okay, fine. You can come home with us."
Reggie (his new name) is settling in quite nicely. He spent the first evening snuggled on our laps and purring away while we had family movie night. It's hard to resist that.
Welcome home, Reggie!