|I hate putting blurry shots on my blog but black cats are hard to photograph and this one does not like to stay still for long.|
A little over a year ago, we lost one of our kitties to cancer. She had been healthy her entire life and then rather quickly went downhill. It wasn't anything we were able to treat easily so we had to put her to sleep. For being the smallest cat in the house, she had the biggest personality - we have missed her very much.
|One of my best pictures of Squeek|
The last time I went there, I visited a cage of three kittens. Two of them were solid black, one was a brown tabby. When we opened the cage door, the brown tabby came running straight out. I picked her up (this was the first time I had actually held one of the kittens I went to see) and all she wanted to do was lay in my arms and purr. She was so sweet, I think she was all of the employees' favorite. I was tempted by her, but I also felt bad for the black kittens knowing that black animals are not adopted as frequently. They gave me the adoption form but I knew that there were two other peoples' permissions I would need first - my doctor and then my husband.
|Holding the thrift store kitten|
When I finally got the go ahead, I had to make some decisions. What about the sweet tabby versus the black kittens? Or what about getting an even less adoptable full-grown cat? Or the least adoptable of all cats an adult black cat?? I felt that was what I had to do. So I started looking online and Maya caught my eye. Here is her story: she was found in a dumpster as a kitten before being taken to an animal shelter. She had been there as long as she could before they were going to euthanize her. The rescue group I got her from stepped in and she was fostered with one woman for seven months.
I filled out the adoption request form on Halloween night and we went to meet her the next day at PetSmart - the adoption group brings cats there for showing on the weekends. (Incidentally, Calvin's Paws, as it's called, is pretty awesome - they specialize in adoption of disabled, senior and special needs cats.)
|"The kitten," as she's sometimes referred to, likes looking out the window (she's completely and indoor cat) and is always up for playing.|
It hasn't even been a week now and Maya is fully introduced to everyone in the house. All the pets are doing well. She is fine with the dogs unless they both come at her or get really excited (though she did mistake an excited tail for a play toy one time.) She doesn't bother my oldest, arthritic cat Diosa - although the two of them hissed the most at each other initially. My male cat seems pretty indifferent although he is acting a little sad I think.
|Maya instantly feels comfortable jumping on Todd's lap|