My 365, Day 4 - Half-Ragdoll
We found our cat at the local humane society 6 1/2 years ago. Rather, he found us. We had gone there to look at a different cat, but didn't care for her personality. In a room with literally hundreds of felines of all ages, shapes, sizes and breeds, we weren't finding "the right one."
Only the cats with personality issues were locked in their cages, or so we were told. Standing in a corner, kittens climbing all over my 6'2" frame, I suddenly felt something (or someone) tapping on my ankle. I looked down, and in the lowermost corner cage, I spotted a sweet little face and an outstretched paw patting my leg as if to say, "I'm the one." (continued below)
We asked why he was locked up, and the worker said she didn't know. He had a great demeanor. I got him out, handed him to my wife, and he immediately relaxed into her arms. When he licked our daughter's finger, we were sold.
The cat, named Jacques by shelter workers, had to stay at there two more days until he was "fixed." We went back to visit him the next day. As soon as we entered the room, he spotted us, ran across the tops of the cabinets, jumped down and lay at my feet. We thought he was full grown, due to his size. We learned that he was actually only four months old. Now he's a 16-pound behemoth. We renamed him Pippin, after Peregrin Took from The Lord of the Rings, for his penchant for mischief. Sent from my iPhone
