I always say it was meant to be. The guy from the shelter called us after we sent in our application, but we weren't home to get the call. When we got home, I called back, and he wanted us to come out that afternoon. We weren't going to go because it was getting late and it was about an hours drive away. DH called them back again to find out what other hours they were open, and they weren't going to be open to the public until the next weekend. Bascially, the shelter guy talked DH into going. We had no intention of getting a cat that night; we were just going to see what the shelter was like and maybe play with the cats a bit. I wanted two cats who were already together and liked each other, and they a set like that. However, one of the cats ran and hid from us, so we really couldn't warm up to them. We were walking around looking in the cages, and they were pretty much all settled into their beds. As we got about 3/4 of the way around, there was Swanie in a big cage on the floor, jumping around, climbing the cage, meowing. It was love at first sight. In the visiting room, he raced around between us and the toys, just enjoying the heck out of the situation. DH & I looked at each other and knew he was coming home with us. Now the problem was finding compatible cat #2, because I wasn't going home with just one cat. It was getting close to when the shelter was supposed to close, and I was getting nervous about finding another cat I wanted. I went around looking at all of them, and none of them grabbed me. Then the counselor said "what about Cynthia?" So I went back over and looked at Cynthia, sleeping in her bed in the back of the cage, and told them to bring her into the visiting room. She immediately flopped over on her side, purred and kneaded when I petted her, and was just a sweetie pie. DH and I looked at each other again, and next thing we knew we had bought a carrier, borrowed another carrier, gotten out a credit card, and were loading cats into the back seat of our car. The counselor said they had had no intention of letting us leave the shelter without a cat!
Swanie immediately unpacked his bags and went looking for supper. Cindy was a harder sell. She lived in my bathroom for a few days, then spent a lot of time under the bed for a few weeks. It also wasn't love at first sight for Cindy where Swanie was concerned. He was interested in stricking up a relationship, but she wanted no part of him. After a couple weeks of wrestling matches and Swanie getting whamed in the head every so often, they're now the best friends and love each other to pieces.
If I had taken the time to read Cindy's "report card," we might not have her. The report on her was that she spent most of her time sleeping in the back of her cage, and just layed in the playroom and didn't play at all. I think she was just depressed and possibly abused somewhere along the line. You wouldn't believe she's the same cat that hid under the bed now, and she's still just as sweet as she can be.
Cindy is DH's little girl, and Swanie is my big boy. But they love both of us and we love both of them. Whereever we are, is where they're likely to be.
I can't imagine my life without them in it.