Since moving, I've been shopping at a PetSmart location near the university. For that entire time (a month and a week or two), Misty has been in the adoption cages. Then, last Saturday, I noticed the employees had removed her tag and were sorting some paperwork in a large white three-ringed binder. I asked if someone had adopted Misty.
No. She had reached her limit with the Humane Society. Misty arrived in April and August was as long as they could give her.
Misty was so calm, quiet, and even "sad" looking that she didn't attract enough attention. She had been turned over to the shelter at the age of two and half, so she isn't a cute little blue-eyed kitten. But she is adorable. She is a beautiful cat, who simply needed a home.
Having had an elderly owner, according to the Humane Society, Misty was accustomed to relaxed, slow moving people. The "spunky" kittens around her in other cages would run up and stick out paws for attention. Misty simply looked "pouty" in the back of her cage. She didn't meow or purr or anything.
Somehow, I knew she was perfect for our household. Pumpkin Kitty and Alex have needed a calm, relaxed friend. Alex misses his brother and PK is so anxious that any calming influence has to be a good thing.
I adopted Misty because it was the right thing for all of us.
While on my path to this teaching post, we lost three of our beloved feline family members. Fido was lost to cancer. We lost Jordan, my little princess, to heart and organ failure. Sadly, J.C. passed away only weeks after the move and I still miss him every night.
Misty is extremely happy to have a new home. She follows me around the house and "head-butts" me for attention. Her little purr motor never stops. At night, she's taken to sleeping next to me. She adores being scratched and loves to play. She needed a person. I cannot imagine what four months in a small cage must have been like for her.
She's adapting quickly to the new house. She runs up and down the hallways and through rooms. It's a lot of space compared to a cage the size of a copier paper box.
This weekend, she gets to meet her new adoptive mom. I know they will love each other.