March 4, 2013 by taralynnehall
I am a sucker.
Let me explain. About a week and a half ago, on a Wednesday, I noticed a sweet little tuxedo cat hanging out around the back door of my office. He didn’t look very old, and he meowed a lot. I figured he belonged to one of the houses near the office. Little did I know that he had been hanging out around our office since Saturday.
When I came in on Thursday, he was still there. He even tried to follow me into the building. I talked to several co-workers to try and get them to take him home, but nobody could. So Thursday evening when I left, I stayed outside petting him for a while. He was thin and shivering, and tried to jump in my car several times. So I called my husband. I explained that I couldn’t just leave him there, the temperature was supposed to drop severely that night, and he was obviously already cold and hungry. I brought him home, with the intention of feeding him and giving him a warm place to sleep for a night or maybe two, and then finding somewhere else for him to go.
I had apparently forgotten that my husband is a Cat Person. Cat People get attached to cats. Quickly. Within just a few hours, my house had a litter box, cat food, and another resident. Honestly though, if I had realized how happy it made my husband to have a cat around, I would have brought one home ages ago.