beamingly good news

I went back to the shelter today to visit little Love Bug. When I got there, she was in the arms of another, not looking particularly happy. The woman told me she was a volunteer, that she'd taken Love Bug out of her cage, and "had" to hold her because she was so nervous. She also said she wanted to take Love Bug home because she has another cat who's destroying the house and is very dominant, and her original cat needs a play mate. And that Love Bug doesn't like sitting in laps, but that she would change that.

Needless to say, I feared for poor little Love Bug. Would the dominant kitty eat her for a snack? Would she be forced to sit in laps until she resigned herself to it? I quietly said that I was interested in her and had come back to visit her for the fourth time in a week. The volunteer disappeared and came back to say that I would have to take preference if I was interested in her.

So... I spent quite a bit of time petting the kitty. She was happy. At one point, something startled her, and she took shelter under my arm, just heart-breakingly sweet. The volunteer sort of wandered off.

Finally, I got up and went out front to ask whether it would be possible to take Love Bug home in a week. It turned out that the woman I was talking to works on occasion at Dr. Randy's clinic, and that she and I had met there, probably in December, when she was filling in for Kris. We had a nice talk about Dr. Randy. I filled out an application and started to pull out my "proof of ownership" when she said she didn't even need to see it.

We'll be away this weekend, and next Tuesday, I'll go get Love Bug and bring her home. I've already stocked up on tiny roaster pans and some food. We have a vet appointment two weeks from today (that date will be a month and a day after Juliet's death). And then in late March or early April, we'll start to look for another cat to keep all of us company.

I'm beaming.