Hey guys! I've been thinking about this story for a while and I've decided to share. It's nothing particularly special but I think it's worth relaying all the same.
I'm a senior in college right now. All my life I wanted a cat. When I was little all of my stuff animals were cats. I'd name them, pet them, care for them, etc. These were great but obviously no substitute for the real thing
I begged and begged, but was constantly rebuffed with "Your dad's allergic so that won't work!' I suspect that my mom actually just didn't want the added responsibility of caring for a cat in addition to me and my three younger siblings, which is completely understandable (we were and are still a handful sometimes
). We eventually added a house rabbit that is doted on constantly.
Anyways, so I would have gotten a cat on my own when I got my first apartment the second year of college. However, I was still under the impression that my dad was allergic and since I spend thanksgiving and winter holidays at home with my family and was unwilling to separate myself from my hypothetical furbaby for that long I held off. My apartment would have also been unsuitable for a cat or kitten - it was too filled with trash, booze, and parties regularly that it wouldn't have been a healthy environment for a feline.
So, some time passes and I'm about to start my senior year. I moved into a house with four other of my friends. It's about three times as large as my apartment and we are much more vigilant about keeping it clean. So I got it into my head that I might be able to live with a cat there, a prospect my housemates all enthusiastically supported. Still, I could not though, because I didn't want to provoke my dad's allergies when I went home. Eventually I went home for my birthday in late October. My mom and I were talking about something (don't remember what) when she casually let slip that my family had cat sit for my cousin while she was on vacation and how much my sisters had enjoyed having a cat to play with (my main complaint about our bunny - not very interactive). She ended by saying it would be 'alright' if I decided to get a cat.
... needless to say my face was frozen in this expression -->
for the next ten minutes. When I could contain my shock, I immediately started searching for kittens! I've known I wanted a Himalayan for some time, so with that in mind I was off! Now, finding Jasper is a whole separate story for another time, but suffice to say I got lucky that I found a good breeder that happened to have an available kitten after a long search and speaking to many shady individuals.
So the night before I was to go pick up Jasper rolled around. I was going with my friend that I live with (it was a 5 hour drive). I had every possible thing a young kitten could need unpacked and ready to go. My room had been completely rearranged and kitten proofed, and the rest of the upstairs had been cleaned and prepped. By the time all of this was done, we were exhausted and it was around 10:30 at night. My friends and I were talking about how our house was going to be such a good, safe environment for a cat, especially compared to my old apartment (ha
). Literally as we are on this subject, there was a scratch on the door
we opened it and what walks in, but a friendly, chirping grey tabby!
Now, I've never seen Ms. Tabby before or since she decided to grace our house with her presence. She was so friendly and looked so healthy she must have been someone's pet. She strolled all around our house like it was hers, then walked right up to us, and plopped down and started grooming herself in the middle of our living room. She then hopped up, walked to the door, meowed, and went on her merry way. None of us have ever seen her again! It was such marvelous timing considering Jasper came home the next day. Almost as if our house had been given a pre-kitten arrival feline inspection and approval!
I thought that was pretty neat. I always keep my eyes peeled for Ms. Tabby, but I haven't seen her since.