Todd spent Father's Day Weekend at Torrey Pines watching Tiger make history one more time. The boys and I spent Father's Day Weekend rescuing a kitten from the Humane Society. The trip to kitty-cat adoption happened about one month after putting my 18 year-old cat to the proverbial "sleep".
It all started with a quick stop at the pet store to buy dog food. The Pet Store had a beautiful, one year old calico named Cookie. The boys and I tried to play with her but she was a little sketched out. When she hissed and swiped at us I realized this wasn't the cat for us. I explained why Cookie wasn't for us. "Ya' know, Ky, getting a pet is a HUGE, Gigantic commitment. We have to make sure we find just the right cat for us. Cookie is freaked out by crazy, hyper boys (go figure) and that is what our house has." The pet store lady told us we should go visit the Humane Society - surely we could find a cat there . . . uh oh.
As soon as we entered the door of the Humane Society Kyle went to the desk and interrupted all that was going on. "Do you know where we can find just-the-right-cat- for-us?" He must have asked about 7 people he same question. It didn't matter if you worked there or not, Ky wanted to know if you knew where just-the-right-cat-for-us could be found. Gwynnie was the first cat we saw. She is a cute little gray and black tabby around 4 months old with a freakishly long tail. We played with a ton of cats but only one kitten. All of that playing made it obvious to me that we really need a kitty - a kitty that is ready to enter a home to two exuberant boys, a not-so-crazy-about-cats Dad, a sucker for a kitty mom and one fish that has already been tormented by a cat. We needed a Kitty that was resilient and up for anything. I tried to leave Gwynnie behind. I am sure you can guess what I heard . . .
"But mommy, I think Gwynnie is just-the-right-cat-for-us".
"Here is the thing, Kyle. We had Almond for 18 years. 18 years, Buddy, that is a long, long time. Getting a pet is huge commitment. Basically, if we take Gwynnie home you better be ready to take her to college with you."
The rest doesn't matter. We filled out the paperwork and answered the questions. People stopped by to ask Ky if he had found just-the-right-kitty. "YEP! Gwynnie is just-the-right-kitty-for-us!"
After 2.5 hours we are ready to leave. The woman behind the counter hands Kyle the cat in a carrier. "Thank you! Now Gwynnie and I are ready to go to College!"
"She is my sweet Gwynnie Girl" adds Eric.
Welcome Home Gwynnie Girl.
