Casey has good ideas a lot of the time. She just rescued two sweet kitties. (Go look at her pictures. Your heart will melt.) She keeps talking about them. It makes me want to pet them.
Every time Marcus takes Benadryl, we somehow end up talking about getting a cat. He's been talking about it a lot lately while NOT on Benadryl, so I finally figured out that OH. He's serious. Dean's getting to the age where he is perfectly capable of helping care for a pet. It seemed like just the thing our home might be missing.
Today we swung by Pet Smart, like ya do, where they house shelter kitties for adoption. There were two gorgeous 7 month old torties, Tasha and Tisha. While we were standing there, Tisha got adopted. We talked to Tasha through the glass and she was responsive to us. Marcus got very quiet. We looked at some other stuff, then left the store.
We thought about her all afternoon. Finally, after about 2 hours, Marcus said, "Her name is Chutney." And with that, she was ours. We loaded Dean into the car, drove back to the store and adopted ourselves a kitty.
This sort of crummy phone picture does not do her justice. She has the most gorgeous red highlights in her coat and one adorable khaki-colored paw. She's a little nervous right now--she's had a big day, after all. But we're all giving her space and taking our time getting to know her. I think after a while she'll fit right in.