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In October, HSU featured a Black Cat special right before Halloween. My husband and I went expecting to get a kitty, but fell in love with an adult cat named Riku instead. The moment I entered his room, he came to me for attention. After sitting with him in my lap for several minutes, I knew that I had not come here to choose a cat - I had come here for this cat to choose me.
On June 9, 2017 my 13 year old son and I stopped by the Humane Society to visit Kitty City. We have a spoiled, obnoxious 7 year old Siamese, Sam at home and have never thought about getting a second cat, just stopped by to visit and scratch a few chins. Five days later I received an email for an adoption event that weekend. I showed it to my son and something just told me we should go. If, a big IF, we get another cat, I wanted an older kitten or one about a year old. Saturday 6/17/17 we get up early and head to the PetsMart for the adoption event.
I had a sudden urge to add to my little family in December 2017, so I went looking for a cat. I had originally gone in to look at two others, but when I laid eyes on Luna (then known as Boo) and she rolled on her back and offered her tummy, I knew it was love at first sight. Luna is now spoiled rotten with love, toys, treats, and tags along with me and her new brother, Leo, everywhere I go. She is the most loving cat I’ve ever had the honor of knowing!
I adopted my cat Jane (I never changed her name because it fit her so well) in July of 2015 after the death of my previous cat. I was completely heartbroken. After a few weeks of mourning my beloved Ivy, I decided that there were more animals in need of homes that I could love and give a new chance at life, and could love me in return. I spent three hours wandering the Humane Society. I probably spent time with every cat there. I finally walked past a room with a paper on the window reading all about Jane from her previous foster family.
Our 12-year-old cat died in April of 2016. We grieved (still do), but opened our hearts to 8-year-old Niska in October 2016. He had some scars, a chunk missing from one ear, and was afraid of loud noises. This made us think he was a stray at one point, or even for most of his life. He came home with us and never went outside again. He had food, treats, his own mug for water (Mommy and Daddy have people cups. I want a people cup.), scratches, towers, everything. He spent that X-mas with us in complete awe. I don't think he had ever seen a X-mas tree or lights before.
I've loved cats since I was little but as a teenager I became allergic. I heard that if you lived with one cat for a while it would be ok, and I really wanted a cat of my own. Babe was immediately very friendly, and when I brought her home she followed me out of the room and everywhere I went.
Now if you sit down you can bet she will claim your lap, and she loves having her chest rubbed. My husband wasn't too eager about having a cat but now I think he loves her more than me!