My Cat

When I first adopted my cat, my dad and I were looking for a cat for my little brother. I saw a kitten who seemed a bit scared, but he eventually started rubbing up against the edge of his cage, so I asked to let him out and meet the little guy. The moment the door was open, the cat jumped onto my shoulders and held on for dear life. There were some dogs barking in the distance and Brutus (the cat's name, there is another story for that) seemed to take comfort that he could perch on my shoulder and be A) out of the cage and B) out of the reach of any potential canine intruders. Anyways, it took a while for the volunteer helping us look at the cats and me to calm Brutus down, in which time the cat became more attached to me and me to it. Dad had chosen a cat for my brother and they said that they needed us to either fill out the paperwork to adopt the cat then, or come back another time to adopt the cat. Now the cats (Brutus and Dennis) are good friends as they both knew each other a bit from the animal shelter and had the shared experience of exploring the house, meeting the rest of the family, finding out that the family dogs are super chill and friendly, etc. Brutus still enjoys his shoulder time, but now it's less of a scared thing and more of a snuggle thing (he's still relatively small, so he likes to lie down/curl around my shoulders kind of like how you can "wear" a pet snake). Anyways, little guy makes me so happy and I love talking about the cat, so I figured this would be a good opportunity to say "adopt, don't shop."

Good for you to adopt not shop.

We got our cat when her mother came by and then ran off leaving her kitten with us.

Have fun with the cats ...

Our family's first cat came from a friend who had an accidental litter.

When he was first picked up as a kitten he tried to cling on to your clothes. So being proper trekkies, cling on linked to Klingon and he got called Worf.