We first saw Tabitha at a pet shop in the Orange Park Mall in 1996. It was a few weeks after we were married and we headed out to find a pet. They had a full litter of kittens and originally we had been looking at another kitten when Tabitha bound over the table to be with Jerry before the handler put her back in the crate. We knew at that moment that she had picked us.
She was always a little timid and afraid of just about everything. She did however enjoy lounging each night with us as we got ready for bed. A nightly ritual that I absolutely loved.
This past holiday season, she just didn’t seem herself. She had lost tons of weight but was still eating and evacuating so we thought it was just old age. It was…and with old age comes kidney problems.
She had been saying her goodbye all weekend by cuddling up to us as much as possible. On January 22, 2012 we took her to the vet and said our goodbyes.
I didn’t think I’d ever want another pet. She was my first. She was my baby. Being childless meant that this cat that had been a part of our lives for 16 years was mine.
After many tears, (ugh, crying now) and thinking about how could I possibly love another cat that much I told Jerry it was time. The house was too quiet with out a cat running around.
We searched online for various shelters and wanted to get a rescue cat. There was a cute 8 month old that was ready for adoption but we wanted to meet her first. The local Animal Care and Protective Services center was just around the corner so we headed over. The cat we had looked at wouldn’t even give us the time of day. This other cat across the way kept talking the entire time we were walking around.
She was older, 18 months. Ok…so…keep looking around. Meow, meow, meow…. Finally we approached her crate and she was loving and continued to coo and meow. I was falling for her. The handler put us in a room with her and she was friendly and curious. Something we weren’t used to. The heart was softening to a little bit older cat that I had thought. Nutmeg was stealing our hearts. She would let us pick her up, she was playful, she was curious, she was going to be ours 🙂
A few minutes later, some paper work filled out and she was heading home in a cardboard carrier to her new home.
She took to the house like she had been living her for a while. Well, except for the carpet. She still plays the “It’s hot lava” game. Don’t know why she doesn’t like…*shrug*
After a week of being home she developed a sneeze, after a quick check up and a shot she is feeling better. She has more energy then when we first brought her home…in fact she is driving us crazy. Not really.
We have fallen in love with our young lady, Nutmeg.