This is a reblog of one of my favorite posts, about my most beloved pet. November was always a big month for us; her birthday was November 4th, and I adopted her on November 8th. She’s been gone for almost three years now. I wanted to repost this last week but better late than never. Happy birthday/anniversary, my little one.
Originally posted on Fear No Weebles:
I’ve been wanting to write about Kitty Emeritus for a while now. Kitty Emeritus is one of the many names for our dearly departed cat who died more than two years ago at the ripe old age of 19.
Her real name is Pickles. I almost never called her that; I had 2,051,942 nicknames for her. But it didn’t matter which name I used because she ignored all of them.
Pickles and I met on November 8, 1996, at about 6:00pm. That’s the night I went to the ASPCA to adopt a cat. I was in a room lined with wall-to-wall cages of cats and it felt like it would be impossible to choose just one. Finally, after looking at each cat, I decided on a very sweet male tabby. I was about to tell the ASPCA volunteer that I wanted to adopt him when I had this very strong urge…
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