After our cat, Fido, died in August, my wife didn’t want to get another cat, but she saw me moping around, missing having a cat around the house, so around Christmas time, she relented and told me after the first of the year, we could consider getting another cat.
I went to PetFinder and found a listing for Duncan, a six-month-old kitten, at a local shelter, and decided I’d like to meet him.
So, the first weekend in January, we took a drive to the shelter. On the way up there, my wife reminded me, “Remember, we’re just going to look.”
I agreed, but something made me say, “Okay, but if he noses me, that’s it.”
Well, we got to the shelter and told them we were interested in meeting Duncan. The first good sign was, upon hearing that, the young woman volunteer said, “Aaww, Duncan! He’s such a sweetheart!”
They led us to his cage, and I reached in and took him out. As I cradled him in my arms, he looked into my eyes, stretched his face up to mine, and touched noses with me. Twice.
All I could do was look at my wife and smile. Duncan had chosen us, and without hesitation, I told them he was the one we wanted.
He’s been with us for ten years now. He’s such a beloved part of us, we can’t even remember what life was like before he chose us.