I don’t suppose this story will ever get old for me.

Four years ago, I went to the Williamson County Animal Shelter to look at and possibly pick up a new feline. I didn’t know what I was looking for at the time, but secretly I was hoping for another cat like Lucy.

I’ll never forget when I was standing in line, waiting to sign the papers to adopt a little tuxedo kitten when I just happened to look behind me to see a tiny tortie paw reaching out to me. I heard the teensiest little meow that seemed to say, “Pick me instead!”

I saw that lonely little tortoiseshell kitten with a mismatched tan foot. When I went to her cage, she started purring. I had found the one. She had rescued me.

So nine days after my first cat Lucy crossed the rainbow bridge and took a piece of my heart with her, I took home this kitten who would soon become Peanut. She is the most gentle feline I have ever known. She still has that tiny little meow and loves to take naps and hide. She’s polar opposite of Lucy in many way, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.