Day 54--Furry Feline Found...Finally!

I am pleased to announce that we are pet owners!  I regret to inform that we were not able to adopt through a shelter.  After being denied by two shelters, and put on hold by the third, I knew that a shelter just wasn't going to work for us this time. 

I opened up the huge and overwhelming phone book and began calling pet shops.  Many of them had puppies, but they did not have kittens.  Finally, when I was on the brink of giving up, I called a pet shop near NYC and they had one kitten!  They said it was male,  12 weeks old, and black and white.  That's really the only information they gave me.

My son got home and I told him the news.  We decided to make the trip.  I was praying my GPS would not fail me; if it did, I knew I was in big trouble!  I made it to the address with no wrong turns or road construction inconveniences! 
Where was this pet shop?
I called them and they informed me that they had moved.
You've GOT to be kidding me!
The owner gave me the new address.  It was about ten more miles down. 
Off we went.

Right before we arrived, I reminded my son that we may not get the kitten.  If the kitten was scared, extremely timid, or aggressive, then I would say, "Thank you, but we're going to keep looking."  If I did this, then my son was to accept it and leave without questioning my decision.  I assured him that, eventually, we would find us a cat!
He said, "Ok, mom, but I have a really good feeling about this one."
I was really hoping he was right.

We arrived and immediately saw this little kitten in a cage, surrounded by about 20 dogs!  I felt so sorry for it!  All of the barking was driving me crazy; I could only imagine how irritating it must be to a tiny kitten! 
My son sit on the floor and opened his cage and he came right out and sit on his lap.  He was purring and it actually seemed like the dogs weren't bothering him at all!  I reached down to pet him and he was soft as silk.  I was already hooked!

We put our new kitten in the cage we brought (just in case we purchased him).  I paid.  I won't even go into that.  We paid too much for this tiny black and white kitten.  I hated doing it, but, sometimes, you just do it.  We're hoping to get between 12-17 years with this kitty, and I know we won't look back and say, "Man, we paid too much for this cat!"  On the contrary, we will love him for many years to come, and, in the end, he will be worth every penny.

We're  home now, and he fits right in!  He's the coolest little cat!  After much thought, my son decided on the way home that he would name his new kitten Alvin.  It suits him well. Plus, I was just happy that he decided against naming him Biscuit!  I don't think I could get used to that!

Welcome to our family, Alvin!