Months and months ago Oscar started lobbying for a pet cat. Specifically an orange cat with a white tummy and black stripes. "You mean, a tiger?" we'd ask. He thought maybe a baby tiger. He planned to name his cat Stripes.
For months and months we put him off saying "after Costa Rica." And he kept reminding us. We'd mention Costa Rica and he'd say, "and then we get our cat!"
Well, Costa Rica happened, then a family week at the lake, then we got home yesterday and it was finally time to get a cat.
We went to the Sacramento SPCA. We had checked out their available cats and kittens online (their website was surprisingly up to date!) and we agreed we were seeking a short haired, female cat. Our focus was on personality/temperment though Oscar wanted his orange cat and Biscuit was lobbying for a tabby. I was thinking adult cat but was quickly overruled.
The system at the SPCA was a bit confusing and you can tell it's primarily a volunteer run organization (dis organization?) but I will say everyone was very friendly. That is, unless you take the cat out of the box in the lobby. Oops.
We filled out a matchmaker form then wandered around looking through windows. We were allowed to choose up to three cats/kittens to meet. It was sort of tough to choose. That one looks....cute......and she's female......put her on the list. Then you get a number and when your number comes up the "adoption counselor" introduces you to the three animals.
Fortunately we chose two kittens who were in large rooms housed with multiple kittens. So when we went in to see "Richie" and she turned out to be scared senseless of every one of us we adjusted our paperwork and played with "John Mayer" who was totally adorable.
In the "dinosaur" room we had chosen to meet "Tyrannosaurus." "Spinosauraus" was actually cuter but male. As soon as we walked in, little Tyrannosaurus came right over and hopped in Mr. H's lap. After several minutes we knew she was our cat and never visited the third cat on our list (a cat, not a kitten, named Tiger, ironically).
The entire time we were checking out the kittens Oscar was completely disinterested. He didn't want to pet them or play with them or anything. It was a bit weird--maybe he was overwhelmed? He only wanted to play with the kitty toys.
After we chose Tyrannosaurus there was more paperwork to be done. By then the kids were hungry (we'd already been there an hour with an hour more to go) but then there was a giant security/caution tape/clean up/biohazard thing due to a puppy coming in that may or may not have had parvo. Turns out, no, but they take possible parvo seriously (which I'm sure is smart) so smell of ammonia permeated our entire experience and we were escorted out of a side door.
We ran to 7-11 for some chips and chocolate milk and got back for more waiting. During all this time we were thinking of naming our kitten Sally (after Lightening McQueen's girlfriend) but eventually settled on Stormy. After months of insisting the cat be named Stripes Oscar didn't care a bit.
They finally sprung us loose at 6 pm right as they closed and we went to buy litter and food (because we are just that organized).
So far Stormy is fitting in SO WELL. She is fully box trained and so affectionate. She follows us around and hops into any seated lap. Tonight she put BOTH kids to bed! Oscar, who will not go to sleep on his own, was allowed to sleep with her and she stayed in his bed long enough that he stayed quiet and fell asleep. Then Biscuit insisted she wasn't tired but I let Stormy sit on her and Biscuit stayed still enough that she fell asleep too. It's a modern miracle. I can only hope it continues.
She was in my lap for the typing of this post but is now wandering the desk behind the computer. Other than the very stinky farts (I'm hoping that settles down once she adjusts to our home/food) 30 hours of having a kitten have been amazing.