I couldn’t stand not having cats in my house. There’s just something special about having a cat waiting at the top of the stairs when you come home. And having them curl up at the foot of the bed.
So, my family has grown: I’ve recently adopted two cats from PAWS, one of our local animal shelters. Well, the real truth is, these two guys chose me to adopt them.
My husband and I went “shopping” for a cat (notice the singular) and quickly fell in love with Fingers and Elliot (notice the plural). These two guys have been waiting and waiting for a “forever” home for a very long time. No one wanted them because they are FIV positive. (This is equivalent to the human version, HIV.)
This made them even more special to us. My heart always goes out to the underdog, or in this case, the undercat!
So we brought them home, knowing the challenge ahead: Fingers is the extreme extrovert, and Elliott is the extreme introvert. Little does Elliot know that I love a challenge, and he has no idea how persistent I can be.
I am again learning to live with cat toys underfoot. Ever step on a small plastic ball while walking barefoot in the dark? Or have a cat walk between your legs while you’re carrying a laundry basket piled high with clothes?
As for Elliot, I’ve got his number. He will come out from under the dresser and be social; he just doesn’t know that yet.
Here’s to all of the undercats in the world!
Fingers’ Side of the Story
Hi, this is Fingers! I just want you to know that I just love my forever home! My humans play with me and let me run all over the house.
I am just so happy here. I’ve even been sleeping on the human’s bed at night. And, last night, I quietly crawled up and plopped down on one of them. And they liked it! And they scruffled me! I stretched out in sheer delight.