We adopted a 9 week old tortoiseshell kitten from the Humane Society last night. She is an adorable little kitten. We had been toying with the idea of getting a second cat, but we wanted 1) a female, 2) a very young kitten, 3) a social, loving cat that would not run under the bed any time she heard four excited little footsteps approaching, and 4) a tortoiseshell because we like their coloring. So we thought that when we found a kitten with all that, we might give her a try. A week ago today, I opened the shopper and saw a picture of a 9 week old female tortoiseshell kitten that was described as delightful and trusting of people even though she was found wandering on a country road. I called right away, but was told there were many calls for her already and that they make a list of those interested and go in order of who called first. So, I thought she sounded perfect, but I didn't think we had a chance. Luckily, the next day, we were told she was ours if we wanted her. I know we were meant to have this kitten. I was telling Joel, just as surely as we knew that Sophie (our other cat who Joel rescued as a stray) was meant to be ours, this little kitty is supposed to be a part of our family. I guess I said surely a couple times because Joel said, "maybe we should name her Shirley." And so, that is how Shirley came to be a part of our family.
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