Do you like randomly trolling Craigslist, looking at pictures of
cats pets that people are giving away? Me too! And so it is no surprise that I found a kitty that I just… Ugh!
I just had to have this cat. And that’s where this adventure starts.
I had a cat when I first met Jeremy. Her name is Sugar and she’s a completely white cat who I’m pretty sure is no mutt of a cat. She’s stunning and I was so proud to own her. I originally got her about a year ago from a woman on Craigslist who was pregnant and unable to keep her because her husband was coming home from deployment and is terribly allergic.
I took Sugar home where at the time, I had plenty of space for her. I had to keep her cooped up during the hours I wasn’t home (I had roommates with outdoor pets and it was too easy to lose her). But it was okay back then because I had a very large bedroom with a large, private bathroom. She had lots of space to play and lounge in. Some crazy roommate issues later and I moved away – into a much smaller bedroom without a private bathroom.
And this is when I found out that Sugar couldn’t be the right cat for me.
I sort of felt like we never bonded. I was working a lot, sleeping a lot… and she required a lot more attention than my lifestyle allowed for. By the time I met Jeremy, I had already tried several times to re-home her but was having trouble finding people who weren’t insane, didn’t want me to drive her to their home for them, didn’t have a ton of other pets I knew she wasn’t going to be happy with, or honestly weren’t going to be home enough to give her the type of time and affection she needed.
Long story short, I eventually took her to my ex husband’s niece where she has a bunch of kids, the space, only one other cat and plenty of time to give to Sugar. As far as I know, she’s a lot more happy there.
The moral of the story with Sugar is that while it was relatively easy to adopt her, that didn’t make her the cat for me. If I had known my lifestyle wouldn’t suit her, I never would have gotten her.
So after the debacle with Sugar, I wasn’t planning on us getting a cat. Jeremy had been sort of “Meh” about having to move Sugar in if I were going to move in with him. He didn’t seem to care for the idea of having a cat to deal with. But this cat… this cat was different. It was so adorable and I couldn’t stop picturing it running around our apartment. I couldn’t help but believe it was meant for us.
Could you seriously resist that face? I know I couldn’t… to the point that I broke down and showed her to Jeremy with the plea of “Please tell me that I can NOT have that cat – because I want her and I will not hesitate to go after her.” Of course I had already emailed the ad poster by this point. I wanted her and I spent the next 2 days feeling upset because I had received no response.
When I finally got an email back, the owner, “Douglas” wanted a $300 rehoming fee. I had done research on the breed and found that it was some expensive, bred for cat and had already assumed that we weren’t getting one. Much to my surprise, Jeremy agreed to this $300 cat and I responded to Douglas immediately to let him know we were definitely interested!
My excitement was crushed over the next couple of days of not receiving a response – despite messaging the guy to tell him we were interested and that I’d like to meet up somewhere public and we could pay for the kitten and take her home. I even gave him my cell phone number, encouraging him to text me if that were an easier way of communicating.
He took me up on that eventually and I informed him that I had “just about given up”. He told me not to and that the kitten was mine and we could meet up on my time. So I suggested a few different times and that I thought it best we meet somewhere public, like our local mall where there are plenty of people and security guards – it would be safe for us both. I haven’t heard from the guy since and have come to realize that the whole thing is some sort of scam or effort to try to get unsuspecting women alone.
At this point in the story, I’m pretty banged up emotionally. I really wanted that kitten and I felt by the picture that she was the one for us. She just looked like a cat that we would have. Jeremy saw how hurt I was… how crushed my heart was over this cat. He suggested that we needed to get a second cat anyways because he really felt it best to get two so they could play when we weren’t home.
Okay, so how did we go from no cat to one cat to two cats? Your guess is as good as mine.
I start looking around on Craigslist in hopes of finding a litter we can adopt 2 kitties from. My thought was that I wanted two kittens from the same litter so that they were well acquainted and could grow up together. So I found several posts in my local area who were looking to adopt out plenty of kittens for us to choose from. I messaged several of them and received no response at all.
I landed on a post where the owner was giving away three, 11 week old kittens. The post was about 4 hours old at the time I responded to it. I made them aware up front what a hard time I have had at this point and that I was very serious about adopting. The guy I talked to was very polite and we exchanged numbers and began texting to communicate about wanting to adopt two of his kittens. Within 10 minutes of texting, he informs me that something has changed and that his family wants to keep them. Okay, so at least he was up front and honest about this.
He still wants to adopt out the kittens. He doesn’t want to keep all 3 of them and says they don’t have the room to keep them all. I was interested in a calico and orange tabby that he had, but in the end those were the ones his family decided to keep – supposedly.
I go back to Craigslist again in pursuit of sibling kittens. I notice later in the day, his post has been updated with newer pictures of all three of the kittens that he had just sent to me hours ago. All three kittens are still up for adoption. I guess he somehow felt that we weren’t the right fit or maybe his family changed their minds. As of me writing this, I see the post is still there, but the calico is not.
I come across a post that shows a whole litter of kittens up for adoption – six kitties ranging from black to grey to orange. I contact the poster and immediately receive a response. All that is left are the two orange tabby kittens. They are 9 weeks, 3 days old at the time of posting and he’s eager to get them adopted. He’s really happy to hear that I’m interested in adopting two kittens.
Next thing I know, Jeremy and I are making plans to go ahead and meet up with this guy at his home to meet the kittens. And before I know it I am holding two, identical orange tabby kittens in my arms and falling completely in love. There was no question and no hesitation – these were our kittens. Somehow, all of the nonsense we’d been put through was worth it. We’d found our boys and we took them home with us immediately.
We discussed names on the way home with them. I originally wanted to name one Van Gogh, after the painter as well as a little nod to one of my favorite Doctor Who episodes. Jeremy started tossing around Cheezeit and Cheetoh – which I will admit to being a fan of neither. That’s when Jeremy burst with excitement “How about Bruce!? Like… Bruce Wayne! We can name the other one Clark!” I liked it and I was willing to go along with it although I wasn’t completely sold on Clark. “How about Oliver? Like Oliver Queen!” Love it. I already really liked the name Oliver. It had come up previously.
Bruce & Oliver took to us and our home like they’d always lived here. Bruce is the more adventurous one – he immediately left the carrier to explore. Oliver is typically a little hesitant. He poked his head out and looked around and it took him another minute to leave the carrier behind his brother. But soon, they had both found their food and water and were already eating – literally within minutes of being in our home!
Jeremy has surprised me the most. When we were purchasing kitty supplies prior to actually getting kittens, he was trying to hide his very “Blah” attitude. He seemed slightly perturbed that he spent about $50 on cat supplies while I also spent an additional $35 of my money to purchase a small cat tree/scratcher. Now that we have Bruce & Oliver, he didn’t hesitate to run to PetSmart to buy them collars so that we could tell them apart (they are seriously twins) and easier to chew kitten food.
I’ve never seen that man light up like he does while playing with them. He laughed while danging a mouse on a stick toy at Bruce, until he was red in the face and nearly crying because he was laughing so hard. He loves them and they love him.
I can’t believe how well they fit in here with us and how happy they seem to be already. I have never had a cat that didn’t spend at least some time in the beginning hiding. These two haven’t. They have been out in the open, active and seem genuinely happy to be here with us. They are eating well, playing with us (and each other especially!), using the litter box (often together) and sleeping snuggled up together on our couch.
I guess sometimes, things really do happen for a reason. We are so happy and blessed to have these two kittens. For now, our family is complete. Welcome home Bruce & Oliver.