Looking for Love
How I found the kitten of my dreams.
By Jackie Franza
When I finally made the decision to adopt my very first kitten, I could hardly contain my excitement. As I hopped in the car and drove to the nearest animal shelter, I figured I would just walk into the building, see my dream kitten, fall in love and walk out with a tiny furball tucked safely in my arms. Oh boy, was I in for a surprise. The first shelter I visited didn't have one kitten available for adoption! It was October, which as I know now, isn't really kitten season (most kittens are born in the spring and summer). The shelter had many adult cats available, but I had my heart set on a kitten. (The next time I enter into cat ownership again, I plan on adopting a loving adult in need of a home.)
I trudged out of the shelter feeling a little down. This was going to be harder than I thought. Luckily, the next shelter I visited had not one, but three kittens available. Things were looking up.
I should stop to mention that when I decided to adopt a kitten, I knew exactly what I wanted—a shorthaired, brown-tabby female. But as I walked into the kitten area, I was in for another surprise. The three kittens available were all black! The shelter assistant also informed me that all three were male. I frowned as I watched the three tiny, ebony puffs of fur batting at a catnip mouse. Well, I guess a black kitten is just as cute as a brown tabby, I thought to myself.
But how would I choose between the nearly identical kittens playing before me? I sat down on the floor and waited to see what would happen. Two of the kittens continued playing together. The third walked over to me curiously. The kitten looked at me quizzically, then proceeded to clamber up my pant leg and crawl all the way up the front of my shirt. I laughed and plucked the kitten from my shoulder, then held him up to my face. "Meow!" he cried as he tried to hold my finger with his paw. I was in love.
After filling out an adoption application and paying a fee, I was ready to take my new friend home. I placed him gently in a carrier and spoke soothing reassurances to him as I drove back to my house. I named my beautiful black cat Sebastian, and as it turns out, his sex and color weren't important at all. Because I adopted a kitten that was friendly and outgoing, we've gotten along very well over the past eight years—and hopefully, we will share even more memories together for many years to come.
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