I went about my busy day, only to find myself stopping by a second time to see him. This time he was sound asleep and not nearly as outgoing as before. I asked a salesperson what it would take to adopt a cat. Not being the sort of person who gets a cat on impulse, never mind from a big-box pet supplies store, I called my vet. Surely they could talk me out of it. This veterinary practice has cared for seven of my pets, and seen me through four cremations. I asked the receptionist if I were interested in adopting a kitten who would the reputable shelters in the area be. The receptionist said he liked Purrfect Pals because they are a no-kill shelter, so a permanent home for a cat makes room for another. On my third trip to the big-box pet supplies store that day, I picked up the cat that we would name Schwartz.
One day, I was on my way out of a big-box pet store, loaded up with a very large bag of dog food, snake bedding, and mouse-intended-for-food. Sometimes big stores like this have adoption cages near the registers, and on this day there was an all-black kitten with yellow eyes who was hollering at me and waving me over with one paw. I did go over to his cage, but I couldn’t pet him since my hands were so full. He gave up trying to get me to pet him and satisfied himself rubbing back and forth across the bars. The card on his cage said he came from Purrfect Pals, a no-kill shelter in Arlington, and that his name was “Tiger-Boy.”