I was thinking I’d go to the shelter tomorrow. I can take photos and send them to you. You could help me choose one. And you do the same.
I smile. I actually really like that idea. Cat shopping has suddenly moved up on my to-do list.
Sounds good!
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Okay, gotta run right now, but I’ll keep in touch!
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Bye. :)
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I check my phone.Still no message from Serena. I’m trying not to get upset over it, but I can’t help feeling a little peeved. If you’re not going to give someone the job, the least you could do is tell them.
“That one looks just like Mitzy,” Kayla says.
“She does,” Gabbie agrees. “I love orange cats.”
We all assume the cat is female because she’s wearing a pink collar. When I told the girls I was cat shopping, they were all over it, with the exception of Corrie, who’s more of a dog person. I was thrilled when Kayla and Gabbie told me they wanted to tag along.
“How is Elsie getting along with Floyd?” Kayla asks. Elsie is Gabbie’s cat, and Floyd is her new boyfriend’s dog.
“They pretty much ignore each other,” she tells us. “They both seem to really like the new place. Floyd hangs out in Eli’s studio, and Elsie hangs out in mine.”
“How’s the new place?” I ask. “All settled?”
Gabbie blows out a long breath. “Almost. It’s been so much work.”
I sigh. I’ll be dealing with that soon – moving. Peter was nice enough to give me three months in his apartment, after a lengthy discussion (fight), where I pointed out what he did to me after I’d been nothing but the perfect girlfriend for seven years. I would have loved to stay in the condo, but I can’t afford it, and it’s his.
For now, he’s crashing in the guest room at his brother’s, probably sleeping in expensive Egyptian cotton sheets, knowing his brother. I don’t feel sorry for him.
I study the different cats up for adoption. They’re all adult cats, which is okay because I don’t know if I could handle a kitten right now. There are quite a few, kept in several small rooms, but my favorites are the beautiful black cat, cute orange one, a skinny tabby, and also a friendly looking grey spotted white cat.
I’m drawn to the black cat. I’ve always loved black cats – they’re so mysterious. This one is no exception. He stares out the window with a laissez-faire attitude, not paying us any mind. He’s very aloof but quite stunning; shiny dark coat and sparkling green eyes. I snap a picture of all of them to show Blake. I’m giddy at the thought of chatting with him again.
“So which one is it going to be?” Kayla asks.
I smile. “I don’t know. I need a second opinion.”
“I like the orange cat,” Gabbie chimes in.
“Me too,” Kayla says.
“We’ll see,” I tell them. “I’ll come back tomorrow and make a decision then.”
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I send Blake four photos.
So what do you think? The white and grey one was really friendly. My friends like the orange one, but I prefer the black one, so beautiful.
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Follow your instincts. I’m not crazy about black cats but you’re right… he’s gorgeous.
