If you did not have the pleasure of knowing Morgaine in person, let me start with her adoption story. Back in December of 2005, our dog Oreo died. Kylie and I had wanted cats for a long time, but Oreo only wanted to eat them. When she died, my parents relented and we were each allowed to get a kitten. Not, by any means, to replace Oreo - I don't believe in running out and buying another pet to "replace" your cat or dog. They are not objects that you can easily replace when you wear one out, they are beloved members of the family. So to everyone who keeps asking me if I am going to run out and buy another cat, the answer is no. And though I might not show it, the very fact that you would dare to ask that question offends me and tells me that you have can't possibly fathom the pain I'm going through right now.
|Baby Eli and Kylie|
A day or two after Christmas, we went to the Animal Rescue League to try again. Much to our surprise, there were three whole kittens. Two of them were friendly and outgoing, playing and meowing and generally being adorable. One of them was barely visible above the wall of the litter box; ears back, eyes slitted. The complete opposite of what a kitten should be. She was black and white and, unlike almost every other cat in the building, did not have a name. Her tag told only her ID number and the date she had been brought in: 12/24/05. Much to my distress, the two friendly kittens had a note on their cage stating that they had already been adopted. Bummer. I suspiciously eyed the grouchy kitten and finally asked one of the cat attendants if I could hold her.
|Babe and Virgo|
|Me and Morgaine|