Happy Wednesday everyone and greetings from London!
The night before we flew out, we caught up with friends over dinner. Right when we got back from dinner, I noticed that Sherlock, the latest purr member of our family, was limping. He’s a very active kitty, so I was afraid he fell while we were out. We immediately rushed him to the emergency room (my deepest appreciation for 24 hr animal hospitals!), and luckily the exams came back with no broken bones. His paw pads were a little pink, so it might just be a skin irritation.
After my Mother’s Day post, Colin suggested we head over to a Cat Cafe in Brooklyn. He definitely knows the way to my heart. Cats and food. In that particular order. We went and spent almost an hour at the cafe. Getting ready to leave, I noticed a small area all the way in the back with four metal cages (I later learned that it’s a transitional area for new cats). I wondered over there and this little kitty who looked like Puss In Boots came to the front of the cage and greeted me. I was told and completely believe that with cats… they have to pick you, not the other way around. When he head butted my hand through the cage… I was ecstatic! Did you just pick me?! Or… are you just hungry? Love or hunger? Whatever… same difference. Can I put in an application for this one?!
Little Sherlock has been with us for less than a month, so on our way to the animal hospital, I prayed… The little baby is only 10 months old… if I could be his human mommie for the next 15 years (or longer!), it’d be an absolute honor. As you can see, I have a real fear of losing loved ones, two-legged and four-legged.
We have someone watching over Sherlock and Sammie while we’re gone, so I’m always updated with their conditions. I’m basically one cat away from becoming a crazy cat lady and three cats away from being single for life.
Thank you so much for entertaining me (don’t worry, I have more cat stories hehehe!). As always, thank you so much for reading!
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