One year ago today, we made an addition to our family. I went with my mom to the Human Society to get our dogs' their licenses and decided to look at the kitties for adoption.
See... growing up, I've always had a kitty, until the past 8 years. Our last kitty, Zubie Jaromir Petr Lemieux (a Manx) died at only a year and a half old. We think he got into antifreeze while running around outside. It was really hard after he died to think about another cat for a while. We had another kitty for only about a month around 4 years ago. She was given away by a friend of my sisters and was supposed to be a realy friendly loving cat, but was nothing like that.
So, as usually happens, when you're not looking for something, you find it. I saw Moose in his cage and had to hold him. Three things attracted me to him... 1-he is a Manx which are generally very friendly cats, 2-his name (an inside joke with me and my nephew), 3-he's just so adorable! As a bonus, he's also already fixed. As soon as I took him out of his cage, he snuggled right into me and started headbutting my chin. That sealed it. lol I brought him home and he's taken over ever since... especially my bed.
Isn't he just so adorable!