I went to the rescue group wanting an adult cat, about 5 yrs old, was even considering a black cat. The foster mom talked me into seeing Artie. He was supposed to be 7 yrs old. I hesitated, then I heard his background and my heart broke. When I saw him, (he is orange), it was as if I had a sign from above. He is orange. My last cat was orange!. When I signed the adoption papers, I discovered he was 8 yrs old~much older than what I wanted.
I was hesitant to go ahead with the adoption, but something told me to sign.
I took him home at 3:00pm; showed him where his food, water and litter box was; let him roam around the apartment. I went out for supper at 4:00pm. Of course he was hiding and checking everything out.
By 8:00pm, when I was lying down on the coach, covered with a comforter, Artie came over jumped on top of me, started kneading, and to my complete surprise began purring! I was so happy, I almost started crying.
All Artie wanted was someone to love..and it was me!
He is now almost 10 years old and he continues to be my constant companion!
Artie is my cuddle bug!
That was almost 2 years ago, and I absolutely love him! He has become so vocal, that we talk to each other!
Yes, we had a lot of issue the first year--medical, but he has settled in really well.
I agree---adult cats all the way!