In my 28 years of living, I've only met 2 cats who had the potential to make me like cats more than dogs. And while I've been surrounded by my family's cats for just about ever, I haven't had a cat of my own since I was 17. And I've been ok with that.
My friend, Daron, however, is a big ol' cat person. One day, Daron and I were having an unusually girly day, and we were joking around that the only way to make it more girly was to go out and adopt some kittens. Since then, her brother, who works at a plant nursery where kittens get dropped off and given away on a first come, first serve basis, randomly sends me pictures of adoptable kittens. And typically, I laugh it off, since there are already 3 cats in my parent's house, and I didn't want to add any more.
Except for a little while ago, when he sent me a picture of a little fur ball with half a grey face, and I was like ohhhhhno... it's too cute. I showed my mom, and she was like "Why aren't you going out to to get him right now?" And I was like, "uh, no." And I ignored him. Until today, when I found out that the little grey faced purr burger was the only one left in the litter. All his bro's had been adopted. And basically it was between me or the pound. So I went over to meet him, and it was love at first sight.
And I rescued him. From being adopted. By someone else.
I dubbed him Bill Purray (like Bill Murray? I know, right?), and he's wonderful! I don't know how he was the last kitty left. He's clearly the cutest, most laid back, charming little guy in the world. He wakes up purring and just wants to be loved.
|Billiam Wolfgang Purr Burger|
|THIS IS MY BOX|
|He sleeps with one eye open, like a true OG. |
It's a little unsettling at first.
|Stealth Blog Kitteh|