I knew it was bound to happen. I don't have human kids (and doubt I ever will), so I guess this was my equivalent of the ticking biological clock. I have been fighting the "I want/need another cat" urge for a few months, and I lost that fight today.
I decided to go to the SPCA this afternoon, and as I parked in their lot, I gave a quick prayer to Bast: "If I am meant to have one of these cats, I want an extremely obvious sign, one that can't be ignored."
I walked into the cat room and as I did there was a tremendous MEOW! A large black cat in the glass enclosed multi-cat area was screaming at me, eyes locked with mine, and throwing himself at the glass in front of me. I laughed and walked further into the room. He followed me on the other side of the glass and kept yelling at me and slamming his head into the glass. I turned and said, "Did you want me to say hi?" and he sat up and started scratching at the glass as if to get through to me.
I asked one of the SPCA employees if I could see this cat. As the girl held him (Their policy prohibits you from holding the cats), he yelled and squirmed and kicked at her to get to me. He then reached a paw out to me and meowed, looking right into my face. I gave him a head scritch and he started the loudest purr I have ever heard.
Ok, I got what I asked for, Bast, loud and clear!
His name is Sparkey, but I am almost definitely going to change that. (To me, Sparkey will always be the dog from South Park!) He is a domestic long haired all black cat, and is going to be neutered tomorrow, so I will pick him up on Tuesday. I have already warned my gang here that they will be getting a new brother! I plan on using the "vanilla trick" and have some Feliway on hand in case it is needed. Stopped in Petsmart and got another litterbox and food dish. Now I just have to break the news to my BF! (I suspect that he won't be surprised or at all upset. He is as much a cat lover/slave to felines as I am).
Here is a photo of "Sparkey" from the SPCA's website. I certainly will have more once he comes home!
I decided to go to the SPCA this afternoon, and as I parked in their lot, I gave a quick prayer to Bast: "If I am meant to have one of these cats, I want an extremely obvious sign, one that can't be ignored."
I walked into the cat room and as I did there was a tremendous MEOW! A large black cat in the glass enclosed multi-cat area was screaming at me, eyes locked with mine, and throwing himself at the glass in front of me. I laughed and walked further into the room. He followed me on the other side of the glass and kept yelling at me and slamming his head into the glass. I turned and said, "Did you want me to say hi?" and he sat up and started scratching at the glass as if to get through to me.
I asked one of the SPCA employees if I could see this cat. As the girl held him (Their policy prohibits you from holding the cats), he yelled and squirmed and kicked at her to get to me. He then reached a paw out to me and meowed, looking right into my face. I gave him a head scritch and he started the loudest purr I have ever heard.
Ok, I got what I asked for, Bast, loud and clear!
His name is Sparkey, but I am almost definitely going to change that. (To me, Sparkey will always be the dog from South Park!) He is a domestic long haired all black cat, and is going to be neutered tomorrow, so I will pick him up on Tuesday. I have already warned my gang here that they will be getting a new brother! I plan on using the "vanilla trick" and have some Feliway on hand in case it is needed. Stopped in Petsmart and got another litterbox and food dish. Now I just have to break the news to my BF! (I suspect that he won't be surprised or at all upset. He is as much a cat lover/slave to felines as I am).
Here is a photo of "Sparkey" from the SPCA's website. I certainly will have more once he comes home!
