Almost...

Almost got a cat this weekend. Emma and I went to the Humane Society adoption event they were having at PetSmart on Saturday. I fell in love with this little light-colored kitten named Gunther (Adventure Time, anyone?). Then I noticed he had a sister (a sweet-faced black kitten named Elana) in there with him; and the literature said that they cried without each other. Which basically meant you had to take them both. Figured that probably wouldn't go over too well if we came home with two kittens when Chris was unsure we should even get one.*

Then we went over to another area of the store where there were 3 cats in a big, wire cage. A rabbit-colored one named Valentine, an orange and white one named Jasper, and a gray, stripey one named Uriah. Uriah fell in love with Emma. She crouched next to the cage and petted him for quite a long time. If she stopped petting, he would rub against the cage or paw at the cage, telling her to keep petting.

*Our concern on getting a new animal for the house is Norbert. He's 12 years old, has been an "only child" for his whole life with us, and he's crazy. Seriously. He's just an odd duck. Remember the Roscoe experiment? Yeah, that didn't go over too well with good ol' Norbert.

My idea was maybe a different species of animal wouldn't bother him as much. But I don't want to adopt an animal and then have to take it back because Norbert can't handle it. That's not fair to the adopted animal.

So it looks like we'll be waiting to adopt an animal until after Norbert is no longer with us. It's probably easier that way.

I never held Uriah. I knew if I did I wouldn't want to leave without him. Which is also why I never held Gunther or Elana or Valentine (who slept the entire time we were there) or Jasper.

I tell you what, though. I would have taken them all - and all of the ones at the Humane Society - if I could have. Which is probably why I shouldn't go to those kinds of adoption events anymore.