I found myself at the Humane Society website today.
I just had to see the sweet face of a cat.
I miss Guido so much. The emptiness in our house is palpable.
I miss his chatter. I miss his purr. I miss. Him.
There was one cat who's picture caught my eye.
She is a red tabby. Orange and cream colored.
The description of her was what made me pause:
"Abbey is a real talker! She makes cute chirping noises when you pet her and loves to tell you how she is feeling...."
That was my Guido. He chattered to me all the time. I knew I had to go see Abby.
Lord V, MiniWarrior and I zoomed to the animal shelter. We left at 5 but the adoptions closed at 5:30. We got there a few minutes too late but were able to go see Abby.
We walked into a room full of cats in cages. One voice rang out as soon as we entered.
A soft chatter.
It was Abby.
I opened her cage and lifted her into my arms.
She curled into my arms like she belonged there and began purring loudly.
I held her and pressed my face into her warm fur, drinking in the sounds of her.
Lord V took her for a bit and she curled into his arms like she already belonged to us.
MiniWarrior held her and turned her up to hold her like a baby. She tolerated it and purred for him.
I kept telling Abby I'd be back for her when I put her back in her cage. She kept trying to go back into my arms.
They would not let us adopt her because adoption time ended at 5:30pm...but tomorrow they open at Noon and we will be there (hopefully) to take Abby home.
7 years ago