Tom is a cat person. A cat person who married a dog person. But the dog person has family members with cat allergies. So we just kind of tucked the whole cat discussion on the back burner.
But this year we decided it was time.
Tom began a search of shelters, looking for the perfect kitten. And a few days before Christmas, he found one. The only catch was that the woman coordinating Murphy’s adoption was coming home from vacation and wouldn’t be back until the next day. They assured him that no one would be adopting him until the next day and to come back then.
Neko and I were at riding when they discovered Murphy, so that evening we went back to visit him to insure that everyone could cast an informed vote. But when we walked in, his cage was empty. He had been adopted 30 minutes earlier.
You have never seen three such miserable children. They sobbed the entire drive home. They were inconsolable. Tom was crushed.
We put the word out we were looking for a kitten. We found a litter locally, but Tom wasn’t ready yet. He wanted a few days to get over the loss of Murphy.
But then, standing in his favorite record store, he got a call—our kitten had been returned and was available for adoption again.
Welcome home, Murphy.
