|After vaguely wishing for a cat for some time now, I decided this evening to get one. By the time I reached this decision, it was 15 minutes until the shops shut and there wasn't time to get to the pet shop to pick a kitten - well there probably was but I was a few beers in and thought I'd wait for tomorrow. I decided to be *really* sensible and go to the SPCA and pick a cat and bring him or her home on Saturday.|
But, just like you can't help who you fall in love with, you also can't help which cat decides they want you. Somewhere in my evening, a cat picked me. She was destined for the SPCA drop-off tomorrow, but her path crossed mine and so I said I'd take her. The clincher in this whole deal is she already had a name.
It was meant to be.