Back in August 2015 my Mom and I stopped by the pet store to pick up some cat food for my boys. My parents lost their sweet Sam Williams not long before and they were on the fence about adopting another cat. They thought they were too old. What if they die before the cat? Who will take care of the animals? (Duh! Me!!)
I can’t stand coming home to an empty house. I love my cats and I inherited that love of animals from my parents. Mom was feeling sad that there wasn’t a cat prowling the house anymore.
We went to the back of the store to see the adoptable kitties and she saw Dorothy, a sleek black housepanther, and asked to meet her. (Well, I really pushed Mom to meet her.) Dorothy had been waiting for her forever home for almost three months. We went into the little room to spend time with her and she was fantastic! Cool and collected with all the chaos going on around her, she played with some toys, caught a spider, and enjoyed being held. She even purred! Mom adopted her on the spot.
Dorothy got a new home that day and a new name: Ykaterina. I call her Y-Kat. My parents call her Katie. She fit in immediately in her new home and gets along with Garrett the chocolate lab. I’m so glad my Mom adopted her that day. Katie is playful, energetic, ornery, snuggly, and oh so silly. She’s a great cat and she deserves a great home.