It was two years ago this very day that I got rescued by a little tortie kitten at the Williamson County Animal Shelter. Has it really been that long?
I really didn’t have any specific kind of cat in mind when I went into the shelter that day other than I wanted it to be a kitten.
I probably looked at several, including a few tuxedo cats. They were all fine, but none were exceptionally cuddly or friendly toward me. Nevertheless, I had one picked out and in the carrier. All that was left was for me to sign the papers and it would all be official.
But then I saw this little bitty black paw reaching out toward me. As I drew near her cage, she began to purr loudly. She was saying, “Pick me, human.”
More accurately, she had already picked me to be her “furrever” human and was waiting to see if I had enough sense to realize it.
So I took her home instead.
Thus the adventure started, and I haven’t regretted it for one single second. I chose the name Peanut for her one tan foot that looks like she stepped in a jar of peanut butter.
She’s grown quite a bit since that fateful Friday. Sometimes, I still miss that little kitten who was a champion snuggler. But I really like how Peanut has grown into a beautiful tortoise-shell cat who’s extremely friendly and loves her some belly rubs.