At the county Animal Control Shelter

My experience at the cat shelter left me really upset. I felt a bit of guilt about putting Moe to sleep. Yet after I calmed down a bit I realized that when I think about him and his situation I know I would make the same decision without hesitation. Knowing that makes me realize without a doubt that regardless of what that judgmental lady at the cat shelter thinks of me, I made the right choice for Moe.

So I thought that maybe our county's animal control shelter (aka the "pound") might be a better place to look for a cat. I figured they would be less judgmental and more interested in actually getting the animals adopted. Animal control can't keep the animals indefinitely, so when you adopt one you really are saving a life.

On Monday my son and I headed over to the pound. I had thought (or should I say assumed) that I would get a large male cat. In reality we found an incredibly sweet and dainty female with spunk. She climbed out of her cage and into my lap as if to say, "I'm ready to go home now!" She's a lovely little tabby cat with white feet; she looks like she's wearing little slippers. She's extremely affectionate and just loves to be cuddled. She sleeps in my bed; this morning I woke up to find her curled up on my pillow. She's also getting a bit more talkative, although she has a rather wimpy voice. I suppose she could be described as soft spoken.

The people were nicer at the pound too. I feel a lot better about the whole situation. I'm glad I got another cat too. The house felt entirely too quiet.