Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Happy Easter everyone!!! I'm at my parent's house. We just had lunch and now I'm glued to their computer. I forgot my journal at home. Trust me, there are lots more pages to be typed to finish the Tigger Chronicles.
I just wanted to let eveyone know that I'm doing about as well as I can. I still cry everyday and miss the hell out of her, but there is nothing that I can do about it. I feel her with me and I do know (after a very sweet email) that she loved me very, very much!
I went to see Dr. MM 2 weeks ago. He told me that he thought that I needed a new cat. He said that I was very loving and needed someone to love. Anyhew, that brings me to the story of "The Godfather". After I left my doc's apt, I went and picked up my meds. I then found myself in PetSmart. I then found myself looking at pets that were up for adoption. I was like, "wtf am I doing back here? Nothing in there is going to make me happy! Why am I here?" I walked into the little room where they have the animals. As I was walking, this cat reached through the cage and grabbed my leg as he let out a very light MEOW! I was like, "hey there, buddy!" I then started to pet him through the cage. I then asked one of the workers if I could hold him. When I was holding him, I felt this overwhelming feeling that Tigger was there with me telling me that it was ok and she approved. He was the first cat that I've touched since I last touched Miss Tigger. That alone was a big step.
Anyhew, the adoption was 60 dollars and the grooming was 40. He needed to be groomed. (He was stinky!!!) I didn't have the funds to get him that day. I said that hopefully, he'd still be there when I got paid and then I could come back for him. I got home and quickly called my Mom and HH to tell them about "this cat". They said that that was sooo weird b/c they were there the day before and almost got him for me, but didn't know if I was ready or not. Needless to say, 2 angels blessed me with their presence and said to me that they heard that there was this cat at PetSmart that I must have and gave me the cash for him.
His name is Brando. He is a 5 year old black male with long beautiful hair. He was rescued from an abusive household. We are both still getting to know eachother. I do know one thing, Mr. Brando will NEVER EVER have to worry about being abused EVER again. I love him. I don't love him like I love Tigger, but that will come in time. He's a funny little guy (not little, he weighs 12lbs.). He's afraid of his own shadow. He doesn't like his reflection in the mirror. Miss Tigger could sit and look at herself for hours, but you all know that she was all girlie in that way. I had NO idea how different male cats were than females. First of all, he is one needy baby. If I'm home, he's in my lap or right next to me. If I even get up to pee, he comes along. Second, he eats like 2 huge bowls of food a day. (eat away, baby, I want you healthy!) Third, he shits like a German Shephard, no shit. The first night he came home, he went and took a poop and it literally woke me up b/c it smelled sooo bad. I went to scoop and it looked like a dog had been in there. On that note, I think that I should head home to change his box before it starts raining AGAIN!!!
Scoop the Poop, several times a day when you have a dog dressed as a cat!!!