Periodically we stop at the animal shelter to browse the cats. This time we came home with one.
She's about four years old, and she has a good Shelter Story: she was found with a wee little sign around her neck that said her name was Madeline/Madeleine/Maddie (all three names were on the sign in various places) and please take good care of her. We're going to change her name, but we don't know what it will be yet. I'm campaigning for Sally. (Or Lydia or Silvie or Phoebe or Hillary or Ginny or Linny or Bonnie or Heather or Angela or Ivy. You'd never guess it, but I find names interesting and important.)
She is the sweetheartiest cat I have ever met. The shelter has "interview rooms" where you can spend time with any cat you might be interested in adopting, and most cats (even the really sweet snuggly ones) spend most of their time exploring the room and sniffing all the corners, because that is the cat thing to do. But not this cat. She stayed right on my lap, snuggling in and wanting skritches. She was a cat that WANTED TO GO HOME RIGHT NOW PLEASE.
She doesn't mind being picked up, even by children. This next picture was taken about 5 minutes after she came to our house, when by all rights she should have been skittish and freaked-out:
I like to bring kids with me to the shelter, not only because it's a fun thing to do with kids but also because if I find a cat possibility, the children's presence is essential. A cat that doesn't flinch when Henry makes a sudden loud sound, that doesn't object to being scooped up inexpertly and unexpectedly, is a cat that will likely do well in our household.
She is not, perhaps, the sharpest kibble in the bag. She leapt up onto the windowsill of a closed window, an action that made a sound like this: "Scrabble scrabble scrabble!!! ...THUNK."
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