Something must be in the air this year, because the phone calls from people wanting to adopt my cats have been decidedly odd. Here is one that I received last night- the caller was male:
“Hello?”
“I wanna a kitty”
“OK- I might be able to help you- can you tell me what you are looking for?”
“I wanna purty kitty!”
“A purty kitty?”
“Yeah a purty orange kitty, not an ugly kitty!”
“Why are you looking for a kitten right now?”
“Because!”
“Because why?”
“Because!” (angry)
“Well, because doesn’t cut it for me or the cats who are with me. I guess you will have to find your purty kitty elsewhere-”
click…..
LOL- I have no idea what this man’s idea of a purty kitty is centered on. If he thinks only orange kittens are “purty” or what, but in my experience I have found that when you work with someone with specific color or characteristics in mind when it comes to kitten adoption- it can turn into a nightmare for you and the cat or kitten in question.
There are certainly many strange people in the world. I agree that one shouldn’t look for a specific colour or appearance when adopting a pet. I admit that I was first struck by how my cat Tungsten looked in the picture I initially saw of her, but I admired the dignity and detachment with which she stood. I believed it to be reflective of her character. I was right about that! But choosing her depended on her personality – and mine, and how they fit together. That’s the true means of determining the right pet, I think. After four years, I don’t regret my choice at all. Well, maybe when she’s crying for me to turn the water tap on for her at four in the morning…
I had a few who did that as well, but when I bought pet fountains, that part of it stopped. Now, I only get alerted that early when new kitties are in the house and they are running amuck throughout. Even the resident cats have taken to waking me up at 4:00 a.m. so I can deal with the nuisance- LOL It’s as if they are saying to me- “You brought them in YOU calm them down!” This morning the kittens were playing Ricky Racer all over the house. It was a 3:00 a.m. wake up call from the older cats begging me to make them stop. Gotta love that kitty energy!