From Ronald to Tucker: In Search Of: Part Three
The ladies at the shelter were all too happy to have us come back to spend more time with Ronald.
After a brief visit to Target to pick up a new litter box (and a snack for me, I was back at Little Shelter within the hour.
This time.......they let us walk right back to the cattery. We were high rollers this time!
"Hi we're here to show our son Ronald, I just filled out an application to adopt him," I proclaimed proudly.
"Oh, go right on back." I was an adopter.....again. God that felt great. I was an ADOPTER. I was giving another shelter cat a chance at a forever home, and from the same shelter I got Tyler from. Aside from sex, there is no better feeling on earth than adopting a cat from a shelter. Might be even better than sex, but then again I'm getting old.
I entered the cattery for the second time that day.
For the next two hours, I spent time with the cats, and Ronald.
I found Ronald just where he had been when I left him, curled up in the same bed atop a row of shelves and cubbies set up for the cats.
Ronald looked up at me, squinted his eyes and gently purred. He seemed more interested in sleeping than getting to know me, but was still pleased I had returned. He seemed to already know something was up, and something good. I pet his head and back gently as he dozed, which he seemed to enjoy.
"Guess what Ronald, you're going to hopefully come home with me in a few days. What do you think?"
Ronald gently purred and, once again, put a paw on my arm.
Yes, that sounds great. I've heard of this "forever home" thing and I can't wait.
After two hours, we left, happily covered in fur.
I went home excited. Thrilled. I'd found my new boy. My new cat. Would he be like Jackson? Of course not. Every cat sets their own tone, and makes their mark in their own unique way. There was something about Ronald I fell for instantly. His....zen-like tranquility, his unflappability....his quiet like assurance. I was convinced he would be the perfect fit for our household.
There was also something about Ronald I disliked. HIS NAME! Ronald. RON-ALD.
The next afternoon at work, Little Shelter called me while I was pow-wowing with colleagues.
"Good news, you've been approved to adopt Ronald. Congratulations!"
"YES!" I screamed out. I really was very very happy.
"So, what's next? When do I come get him?" I was already anxious.
"Well, the next step is we will take him to our vet for a final check-up, then you can come get him, we will get back to you." That was it. I had to do the thing I liked least......wait.
Bringing him for a check-up before he got to come home was something I appreciated. They did not bring Tyler to the vet back in 2000, I wish they had. So, for this reason alone, it was worth giving it some time.
After 2 anxious days I finally got the update on Ronald when I called Little Shelter. No I did not wait for them to get back to me. You should all know by now that I am NOT renowned for my patience.
"Ronald just got back from the vet in fact. He's perfectly fine, you can come to pick him up tomorrow."
"Great, see you after work!" I hung up, beyond excited.
I was so excited about that. That I get to experience the feeling of actually taking a cat home from the same shelter I got Tyler from all those years ago. That feeling of excitement, anticipation, enjoyment as a shelter cat got to explore their forever home for the first time. That "this is all for me?" look on their face as they explore. I had the unique thrill of experiencing that several times in my life, and I was going to be able to experience it all over again!
He also had a new name.
Ronald had become......
Tucker.
"Hi we're here to show our son Ronald, I just filled out an application to adopt him," I proclaimed proudly.
"Oh, go right on back." I was an adopter.....again. God that felt great. I was an ADOPTER. I was giving another shelter cat a chance at a forever home, and from the same shelter I got Tyler from. Aside from sex, there is no better feeling on earth than adopting a cat from a shelter. Might be even better than sex, but then again I'm getting old.
I entered the cattery for the second time that day.
For the next two hours, I spent time with the cats, and Ronald.
I found Ronald just where he had been when I left him, curled up in the same bed atop a row of shelves and cubbies set up for the cats.
Ronald looked up at me, squinted his eyes and gently purred. He seemed more interested in sleeping than getting to know me, but was still pleased I had returned. He seemed to already know something was up, and something good. I pet his head and back gently as he dozed, which he seemed to enjoy.
"Guess what Ronald, you're going to hopefully come home with me in a few days. What do you think?"
Ronald gently purred and, once again, put a paw on my arm.
Yes, that sounds great. I've heard of this "forever home" thing and I can't wait.
After two hours, we left, happily covered in fur.
I went home excited. Thrilled. I'd found my new boy. My new cat. Would he be like Jackson? Of course not. Every cat sets their own tone, and makes their mark in their own unique way. There was something about Ronald I fell for instantly. His....zen-like tranquility, his unflappability....his quiet like assurance. I was convinced he would be the perfect fit for our household.
There was also something about Ronald I disliked. HIS NAME! Ronald. RON-ALD.
The next afternoon at work, Little Shelter called me while I was pow-wowing with colleagues.
"Good news, you've been approved to adopt Ronald. Congratulations!"
"YES!" I screamed out. I really was very very happy.
"So, what's next? When do I come get him?" I was already anxious.
"Well, the next step is we will take him to our vet for a final check-up, then you can come get him, we will get back to you." That was it. I had to do the thing I liked least......wait.
Bringing him for a check-up before he got to come home was something I appreciated. They did not bring Tyler to the vet back in 2000, I wish they had. So, for this reason alone, it was worth giving it some time.
After 2 anxious days I finally got the update on Ronald when I called Little Shelter. No I did not wait for them to get back to me. You should all know by now that I am NOT renowned for my patience.
"Ronald just got back from the vet in fact. He's perfectly fine, you can come to pick him up tomorrow."
"Great, see you after work!" I hung up, beyond excited.
I was so excited about that. That I get to experience the feeling of actually taking a cat home from the same shelter I got Tyler from all those years ago. That feeling of excitement, anticipation, enjoyment as a shelter cat got to explore their forever home for the first time. That "this is all for me?" look on their face as they explore. I had the unique thrill of experiencing that several times in my life, and I was going to be able to experience it all over again!
He also had a new name.
Ronald had become......
Tucker.
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