On that July morning when I woke up knowing that I would have a cat that day, in my imagination, it was a little kitten I would bring home. I showered and dressed early, and took myself to the supermarket to buy kitten food, litter tray, litter, toys… the usual things you get for kittens. Dropped them in the back of the car and headed off to the RSPCA shelter a few suburbs away. I knew they always had lots of cats and kittens and I felt sure there would be one for me.
The lass who was on duty that day, took me out and showed me kittens and cats waiting to be taken home, but interestingly, not a single one seemed the least interested in coming with me. Kittens will often play with you, and want to be cuddled, but after a cursory look and sniff, they went back to playing amongst themselves, and I knew that I would not be getting one. This lass looked at me and said “you know, theres one out the back, she’s to be euthanased this afternoon… do you want to see her?” Naturally, that was enough for me to agree, and I think, even if events had not subsequently unfolded as they did, I would have taken her anyway. So we wandered out the back, and there was this beautiful black and white, with markings a lot like my old Tiddles (but with a full tail. Tids was a stumpy). She was in a large cage, curled up in the back. She looked up as we came into that room, then stood up, stretched, miaowed (“and where have *you* been? I’ve been waiting!”), and poked at the door of the cage with her paw. The lass opened the cage and this gorgeous girl began immediately purring and trying to jam herself inside my voluminous sweater. “You can’t refuse that, surely?” I was asked. “Nope” I said “She’s mine!”
She had to be desexed, vaccinated and microchipped, and I was allowed to take her home a couple of days later. I gave the kitten food to a neighbour, and got “proper” cat food for my new girl. I still had not decided on a name for my almost 3 yrs old cat.
When we got home, I closed the front door, and opened the cage so she could get out, and sniff and explore her new home. That was not the first thing she did. She immediately began knee launching and purring so loudly I could not believe it. She did do a bit of exploring but she stayed near me for the next couple of days, making sure she could see me, wherever I was. And if I was sitting, she was sitting on me, cuddling up and smooching to heck. Hence the name, which I intended to be temporary, but it stuck for good.