National Adopt a Cat Month
If you are new to my blog, you probably don’t know that I have a cat. Her name is Ursula and she is the love of my life. Not entirely a joke either. She is such a spoiled little kitty. In honor of National Adopt a Cat Month, I wanted to share Ursula’s adoption story.
Ursula was a foster kitten that I was taking care of. She had two other siblings: Ariel and Eric. Honesty, I wasn’t a big fan of Ursula when we first got her. Her siblings just wanted to cuddle, Ursula just wanted to hide.
Unfortunately, Ariel got very sick. It could have been something she ate, something the dogs brought in, or even something just from her past home. She was rescued from a hoarders home, which was apparently just disgusting.
Poor Ariel was a sick little baby, which led to her death. She didn’t die at my house, but at the head rescue lady’s house. I wouldn’t have done well if she had died with me. When Eric got sick, I immediately sent him to back to the rescue. I couldn’t let another kitten die.
So that just left Ursula. She never got sick, and instead just got more social. She loved to cuddle on anyone, as long as it was in the most uncomfortable position for the human. And because she was so cute, we kind of just let her rule.
When she got old enough, I had to start taking her to adoption events. This sweet, super friendly little kitten turned into the devil at the events. She hissed, scratched, and tried to bite everyone within range. She even tried to attack the other cats, whether they were in a cage or in someones arms. She hissed and tried to go after the dogs, even the ones that were 300 times bigger than her. The same kitten that would play and even cuddle with my two dogs.
I liked Ursula, but I didn’t love her. I wouldn’t allow myself to. The fact that I was even allowed to foster kittens was amazing. My parents were not cat people. My dad was so against having one. He would send me the picture below, spoofing the Incredibles by saying “NO CATS.” Dad thought he was just so clever.
One day, when I cam downstairs, my mom told me she needed to tell me something. She even told me I should probably sit down. I was expecting her to tell me something awful: someone had died, someone had cancer, ect. She told me that my dad, who complained about having adorable little kittens in the house, told her that they “should let Nina keep that cat,” because “she isn’t going to find a better one.”
I ended up officially adopting Ursula on my niece’s birthday, December 6th. From then on, she because the most spoiled little kitty. She sleeps on my bed, get fed only the best food, gets kisses all the time. Ursula really is my little baby.