We adopted her from a rescue group over the weekend. It seems spontaneous, but it was not. We’ve been considering the idea to bring a kitty into our house for a few weeks.
It all started when our friends Nicole and Isaac rescued a cat named Roo from the shelter. Roo is so sweet. I cat-sat him one day, and while we were hanging out, I started to think about all the cats in shelters and foster homes without forever homes. Cue the waterworks. You guys know I’m a softie for furry creatures. Kristien and I talked it over, and we decided to go ahead and bring a third pet into the family.
Maggie is from a private rescue group, and James is from a no-kill shelter. We got Pippa from a rescue group called Kitty Angel’s Rescue. A few women run it together, and they bring many of the foster cars to PetsMart on the weekends in hopes of finding them new families (if anyone is interested, their email is email@example.com). We headed to PetsMart on Saturday, and Pippa – then Sweetie – caught my eye right away.
We adopted Maggie and James when they were adults – 2 and 1 years old, respectively. We didn’t want to get a kitten for several reasons: first of all, one baby in the house is enough! And secondly, it’s harder to rehome adult cats. What can I say… I’m a sucker for a sob story.
And Pippa sure has one. Shot twice in the hip with a BB gun, and left to starve to death while pregnant. Delivered her kittens in a shed. Everyone was saved by a nice lady who contacted the rescue group.
Pippa is probably a year and a half old and is some sort of bobtail mix – she’s missing her tail (not intentionally, it just genetics). The Husband said that Pippa being tailless is a good omen. Henry will have nothing to tug on!
Pippa is a ‘dog cat.’ She comes when called and likes to snuggle. She getting along just fine with everyone and lets Henry stroke her. Maggie is all “whatever,” about her, and James is highly intrigued by this pretty lady who won’t seem to leave. I think they’re going to have to duke it out to decide alpha status (spoiler: James will, without question, squeal and run away like a baby, and Pippa will be forever in charge).
So, now our family includes: the Husband, baby Henry, Maggie Thatcher, James Bond, and Pippa Middleton. And me. It’s a little crazy at times, but it sure is fun.
I would love some cat advice! What should I fed her? Any rules we should try to set immediately?