Tuesday, March 25, 2014 — I am perfectly content with my life.
About a week ago I became the proud owner of a fluffy little fur ball named Bobbins. My dream of roughly 22 years came true when I walked into an animal shelter and fell in love with the only cat who hissed at me and would not let me hold her.
I had prepared for her arrival for weeks, buying her toys, scratching posts, kitty-proofing my apartment and daydreaming about the moment she, or he, would come into my life. But I was not under any allusions. I read numerous articles and blogs on how to integrate newly adopted felines into my home. Everything I read said she would most likely hide from me for a few days until she felt comfortable enough to creep out from her safe place and explore the hidden crevices and nooks of my apartment.
I got her at Plumas Animal Welfare Society in Quincy on a weekend I was visiting my parents. After countless hours stalking available kitties on Petfinder I had narrowed it down to two. I was looking for an older, indoor-only cat capable of purring.
For the full My Turn, read the March 25, 2014 edition of the Lassen County Times.