Ron and I bumped into Pearl sort of unexpectedly. My childhood cat, Bamboo, passed away on July 15th right before I was supposed to get married. A few days after Bamboo was gone, Ron and I were sitting around my mom's kitchen table and my mom saw an ad for a kitten in the paper. The kitten was a ragdoll, and I had been interested in ragdolls since people with bad allergies tend to do well with them. We called the number in the ad, and an hour later we were driving to this little old lady's house twenty minutes away. Apparently this lone kitten had had siblings, but she was the last one picked out of the bunch. It was an easy decision: She would be our first cat! Our wedding took place the following Saturday, we went on our honeymoon, and after barely opening our eyes our first morning back we called to ask if we could pick up the kitten. What's better than throwing a big party and then going on a great vacation? Doing all that AND bringing home a kitten!
|August 2008--"What a cute little nugget!" as my friend Annie said.|
|Today (someone's not pleased)|
Happy Birthday Prr Grr!!