I really didn’t want another cat. Our family was already a perfect pyramid: one parent, two children, three cats. Socks, my daughter Catherine’s poster kitty, was adopted before Critter Camp even ended. But on the camp’s final day, Twila, the cat my son chose for his poster kitty, was still waiting. And he let me know, over and over, that he really, really wanted her.
I first noticed her comical black dot of a nose, and the fact that she was satiny soft. But she seemed skittish, meowing loudly and running for the door each time we took her for a meet-and-greet on the porch. Another neurotic cat I didn’t need. “She’s got beautiful markings, she’s young and healthy, and she’s only been here a month - she’ll easily find a home,” I assured John. “I know she’ll easily find a home,” he said; “that’s why we have to get her NOW.
The kids reasoned with me for two days until I finally agreed. After all, we had four cats before we lost our calico to cancer last year, and even though there were many older residents who had been at Cat Depot much longer than Twila, a rescue was a rescue. Also, when John held Twila on his lap on the porch, she gradually calmed down, and I realized there truly was a bond. So despite my initial misgivings, we brought her home, and I have to say that her transition into our cat household has been virtually seamless. Our family pyramid is wider on the bottom now, but it’s all good. Thank you to the dedicated staff at Cat Depot. Now about Critter Camp next year...