Do any of you remember back in your high school health class days?
(what does this have to do with “Adopt Don’t Shop” the animal rescue and adoption slogan?…. I’m getting there)
Well, back in my high school health days, 1. I absolutely hated the class (sorry Mrs. Bowen) 2. At one point during the course we had to “adopt” egg babies to learn responsibility and what it’s like having a child (although an egg is nothing like a kid I would imagine and we were still gonna spell with people… so again, sorry!).
ANYWAY. I hate kids. (there’s a lot of hate in this section sorry [not sorry]) So the last thing I wanted to do was have an egg kid and pretend to take care of it for the grade. Like I was absolutely against it. I realized young that it went against my personal morals and beliefs. I didn’t want kids and I wasn’t going to have someone tell me I had to. I know it’s an egg but the principal of the thing!
I had to do the assignment… so I HAD to come up with an acceptable alternative to an egg baby.
I would adopt a egg kitten. I very young kitten that was alone and needed to be fed every 4 hours by a syringe, that needed to be watched all the time cause it could eat something, and would hopefully sleep…. MY sort of perfect come back to a child.
The project was approved and so began my 1. school career of manipulating projects to be what I wanted and 2. vision for an adult like where I had NO CHILDREN (sorry friends with kids, I don’t understand your life choices) but I did have a beautiful little white kitten.
Fast forward about 15 years…. and KITTEN!
I could basically stop right here, swamp you with kitten photos, and make my point.
But that wouldn’t be fun to read (I’ll still bombard you with pictures though).
I’ve always wanted a cat of my own. For the past several years I’ve wanted a little white girl kitten to name Tiffany (yes, like the jewelry company and deck her out in teal and blue) Carpathian (if you Google “Carpathian Kitten Loss” you will understand). I’ve waited for the right time, with the right people, the right apartment, and the right financial situation… and it’s finally come true.
I started following a local New York kitten/cat rescue and foster Instagram accounts a while back, thinking maybe I’d volunteer or come across a kitten I loved (check them out on IG @littlewanderersnyc). The latter happened. I’d just gotten back from Bali and found out one of my roommates was moving out. So of course to was scrolling on Instagram to take my mind off the stress that would be coming my way (lol) and I came across a post about these 2 little white kitten sisters who were up for adoption. It was 10:30 at night and I literally emailed the adoption inquire link right then and there. They got back to me in minutes with the form I needed to fill out to start the adoption process.
OK, form filled out and emailed back in…. waiting, waiting, waiting. A whole week and nothing. I was concerned, was I not FIT to adopt? Was the kitten already going home to someone else? So I emailed again… and they were just behind due to the holidays! Alright I can work with that. I keep waiting and after the new year the gears start to turn. I was actively following all the action on Instagram and talking with several different people at the adoption group. One woman had the kitten, so we talked about what she was eating and how to trim claws and choose litter. Another woman was the accountant and we coordinated to get the adoption fee, so stamp needed as she lived 3 blocks away(!) talk about local. And someone else about the organization and the history of the kitten and particulars of adopting. This kitten and her sister had been through a lot in just 4 little months. They were rescued from the stairwell a crack house where they were being sold for drug money (so the tail goes) and there were malnourished and infected and not looking good. You would never know if you saw them now!
Finally it was all said and done. Kitten was healthy, fixed, and microchipped. She was active and playful and ready for a furever home. Meanwhile I had gone and ordered 5 different toys and scratchers and collars and food and litter and a bed and a box and a carrier and a blanket and basically anything else I could think of that this kitten would need or want. With of course, as much as possible being in teal or sky blue.
On a Thursday after work in the middle of one of the most frustrating weeks of my year, my fabulous roommate picked me up and we adventured into Yonkers to retrieve the kitten. We arrive, we play with the cat, we take a “Going Home Furever” picture and just like that we are back in the car, kitten and all.
Now I spend my nights and days off playing with mice and feathers on a string or being forced to take a nap cause I’m pinned down by a little white fur ball. Tiffany is friendly, playful and totally curious. She’s not a cat that will run and hide from people in the apartment and once I got a nail trimmer I started looking like a happy cat parent.
So between Bali tales and running experiences… I’ll be sharing the adventures of Tiffany Carpathia or “Ms. Tiff”!
Have you adopted a pet? Cat person or dog person? Just think she’s adorable? Keep checking in!