I Adopted!

So I did it, took the plunge... I adopted!

It's been 4 months since I moved into the new apartment, and I've been toying with the idea of getting a cat. I've had a cat in the house since I was 6 years old, and my little apartment felt like there was something missing so on Saturday Feb 14th I ventured into the place that can make dreams and break hearts, Orange County Animal Services Adoption Center.

I knew I wanted an adult male cat. Everyone wants the kittens and honestly, as much as I want a cute baby running around, I really don't have time to properly tend to a little one. I also wanted a cat whose personality had already formed. My mom has Jack, an 18 pound brute who is the biggest cuddler I've ever met. I love Jack's personality so much, I love the affection and the interaction he has with people. My mom also has Jasmine, the psycho bitch from hell. You grow to love her, but it's not easy... she's beautiful, but does not play well with others.

So I knew I wanted a cat whose personality was formed, who was a lover, not a psycho... and for some reason I like male cats as I think they're more affectionate. I also know the difficulty of rehoming older cats, and I know I'll be saving a life. First I spotted a chocolate and cream Siamese with beautiful liquid blue eyes, he seemed friendly enough and I thought I'd found my match. The volunteer opened the cage and kitty turned skitzo. Moving on... I was looking at the other Siamese who was on the quiet side and female, very beautiful... that's when another cat in the cage below stuck his paw out and grabbed J's hand, pulling him down.

That was that, J fell in love. "That's the one..." he told me.

They were closing, so we were unable to fill out the application that day. All weekend we talked about the cat, worried that he would somehow disappear overnight, fretted that he should be home with us and shopped for things he would need.

The cat didn't have a name, I'm sure at some point he must of had a name, but it was unknown to the Animal Shelter. The card with all his info on it says he was confiscated/evicted, I have no idea what that means. He also wasn't neutered until last week. He was someone's pet once, but was taken from them, and no one could tell me why. On Saturday night I decided while at home, alone, without my cat... that he needed a name. I picked Reggie as it seemed to fit his personality. I also don't like fanciful names for animals... I wouldn't call my child 'Fluffy' or 'Lucky' or 'Mr Doodlepants' so I won't name my cat those things either.

Reggie was picked up by J on Monday morning. He has a slight cold and is on medication... Reggie does not appreciate his medication and has to be tricked into eating it stuffed inside a treat. He truly has an amazing personality, he's my new buddy and follows me around talking to me. He's a little nervous when I first enter the house but soon warms up. He hates the sound of the front door openeing no matter who it is, it scares him.

He's my Reggie, He's a lover and I'm happy he's home