On Monday the kids and I were picking up some dog food at PetSmart, and as we usually do, we strolled by the adoption center to see the animals. Several new kittens had been brought in just a few hours earlier, and a little orange one who was huddled in the back corner of her kennel caught our eye. She was timid and cautious, but slowly crept toward us and offered up a meek meow.
We spent the next hour in the introduction area, playing and cuddling and petting this little creature. She had a shaved belly, fresh from her spay the day earlier, and had been through microchipping, vaccinations, deworming, and transport to the center in one day. She was a bit weary, with broken whiskers, matted fur and watery eyes...but with a giant purr that belied her tiny presence and rough start in this world.
It was that purr that did me in. It reminded me that amongst the hardness of the world, there are still soft hearts. And purring kittens. We had no plans to adopt a new family member that day, but she came home with us. Of course she did.
So we have been spending the past few days introducing her to the other family members, orienting her to the new surroundings, and doing lots and lots of snuggling. Meet Jasper, the newest member of our purr brigade. (Or as Riely insists we spell it: JasPURR.)
And the bonus? She's got a mean vampire kitty impression - just in time for Halloween!
P.S. I know I promised you all a video this week but iMovie and my new iPhone are not playing nice and I've spent an ungodly amount of time trying to get them to kiss and make up so I can get the project done already. I think I finally figured out the kinks, and am hoping I'll have the new video posted Saturday...Monday at the very latest! Thanks for your patience :)