About three weeks ago, I was meeting with a mentor and friend and the conversation evolved to how life was going. It’s been pretty rough, to be honest. I’ve been in lower point for a season. It really stemmed from losing Scamper this past spring. I got stuck in a rut, tried to start filling what I thought I needed with things that weren’t spiritually healthy. And when that is not healthy, nothing else is. I found myself not praying–not even wanting to, my relationships with friends became a little distant, and I could easily find myself trying to get a quick fix to being lonely. Contentment with what I was and had in life was something I had achieved, but when I lost Scamper, it escaped me. I wondered–still do–whether I really ever had it. Seems to me contentment is something that doesn’t ebb and flow. It’s like joy vs. happiness.
So my friend helped me by sending me some good short studies about how to put a stopper on temptations not by ignoring them, but by replacing them with good things. Long story short, my “assignment” was to get a pet. Have something to come home to. Something to give my attention. Something to build new, happy memories on the old ones that painfully linger. Everything he said made since and I knew it was good, sound advice. And with school wrapping up, it would be a good time for me to be able to stay at home for several days.
So a few weeks went by and the time for me to do this crept up on me. I started to talk myself out of it. Tried telling myself how nice it has been to not have to worry about pet hair/dander, friends who want to come over but are allergic, cleaning poop, and dealing with everything else that comes with a pet. It was beginning to be like my friend never said anything at all.
So today, I decided if I didn’t go, I wouldn’t. I went to the Little Rock Animal Shelter and viewed the cats, played with them a little, held a few. My only criteria was that I wanted a baby…as baby as I could get it. Optional but preferred things included it being a boy and I was leaning toward a grey color. Playful’s a plus. And the volunteer mentioned she likes a purr-er. Me too! 😀
The last time I went, I thought too hard and waited too long and got emotional and had to leave. I came to a decision pretty quickly this time and am happy–and yes, a bit anxious; even hesitant–to say this little guy is coming home with me tomorrow. (PICTURE REMOVED)
The shelter gave me a huge gift bag with toys, food samples, and a scratch pad! I was amazed! Tax dollars put to good use! Just kidding…it’s all promotional stuff from pet companies, but I still greatly appreciate it.
Name will come soon; I like to name pets based on personality. So with that, he’ll be home around 4 pm tomorrow!
So I was out to lunch with my parents and got a call from the vet at the animal shelter. Turned out the little kitten had Feline Immunodeficiency Virus…which is essentially cat AIDS. Unbelievable. I built up the strength and muster to go and this happens. And not only that, I found out they had to euthanize ALL the kittens in that cage (6-8 in all) because it is contagious. As they play, they scratch and bite…and the FIV could spread. Awful!
I went back up there fully expecting to just get a refund. But they encouraged me to go back and look. There were some more that were 6 weeks old…still wobbly and not particularly playful yet. But they were so cute that small. There was also a 12 week old girl who was pretty affectionate and playful. A little older than I was looking for, though. I asked the worker what it is that I would miss out on in getting a 12 week old over a 6 week old. He told me the younger would have to be kept in a bathroom with a litter box for a couple weeks for training. I guess that’s a little too young, to be fair. So I ended up getting the 12 week old. She’s already spayed and ready to come home.