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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)

TITLE: I Was Adopted at PetSmart
By Lauryn Abbott
05/20/08


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I was adopted at PetSmart. Itís true. My 29th birthday gift to myself was a cat. But I thought I would be the one doing the choosing. How wrong I was.

I have always loved animals, especially cats. At this point in my life, I was living by myself for the first time in quite awhile and I couldnít wait to get a cat. My apartment didnít have any furniture, but I was going to have a cat Ė I had my priorities in order, after all, I didnít mind sitting on the floor! So off I went, with my friend Julie in tow.

As far as I was concerned, there were really only two things that I was set against in the type of cat I would adopt. The first thing was a kitten. I didnít want a kitten because as cute as they are, I knew from personal experience that they are excessively rambunctious and have a slight tendency toward terrorism! The second thing I knew I didnít want was a longhaired cat. Now, thereís nothing wrong with longhaired cats, per se, but I have enough of my own hair to deal with!

Armed with those two requirements, I set about the task of choosing the lucky cat that was to go home with me. I say lucky because I know that Iím easily trained. The Adoption Center had many different cats of wonderful variety. There were some cats that I paid attention to and some that I didnít even give a second glance at because they werenít within the confines of my requirements.

It was Julie who noticed it. Noticed Ďherí actually. She started watching one cat in particular, that oddly enough, was watching and responding to me! She drew my attention to a very beautiful longhaired calico cat that was quite pudgy. I patiently explained my requirements again to Julie, like one would to a child. She responded by telling me that this cat that doesnít fit my requirements, was watching me and would walk back and forth in her cage, trying to follow me, and that in addition, she would put out her paw, as if trying to touch me. I hadnít even noticed!

Naturally, this drew me to the cat, which immediately ran up to me to be attended to. I backed off and Julie approached and the cat quickly withdrew to the back of the cage. That was it, I couldnít resist and I was now taking home this beautiful, fat, longhaired calico cat. I began the adoption process and while being interviewed was asked what would I do if I got a boyfriend (I had disclosed that I was single) that was allergic or didnít like cats. My response to this was simply that it had been my experience that the cats tended to last longer than the boyfriends. I was immediately approved.

With a happy heart, I went home with my new cat all prepared for the hours of petting and cuddle time weíd share. I went into my apartment, let her out and set up her food, water and litter box areas and decided on a name. Prissy disappeared immediately and I knew it was normal for a cat to take a bit of time to get used to a new home, so I wasnít worried about it. Where could a cat hide in an apartment without furniture, you ask. Thatís easy. In the darkened spare room, at the back of the closet. Finally, after a couple of days she started to come out a bit.

I knew sheíd been abused before I got her. I guess she knew Iíd be patient with her. Ten years later, I still have Prissy and love her to pieces. Since then three other cats (two with longhair), one dog, a husband and now a baby have followed. Sheís never gotten over her timidity, and has only recently started really trusting Jeff. Iíve never forgotten that day, when I was adopted by a cat, that was everything I never knew I always wanted Ė my Prissy.


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Debbie Wistrom05/22/08
Lucky Prissy!
Heartfelt story well told.
Marilyn Schnepp 05/24/08
Unique, witty and entertaining. Nice read that kept my interest, AND most importantly - Well Written, which I personally find, very refreshing. Good job!
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/24/08
I loved your idea of "being adopted." The humor in your story is delightful. Well done.
Holly Westefeld05/26/08
What a fun story that so classically illustrates who chooses whom.
Jan Ackerson 05/28/08
Lovely and sweet. I'd have liked to get to know Prissy even better. This was an extremely pleasant read.
LauraLee Shaw05/28/08
What a clever and fun story. You did a good job of bringing it full circle, and it read so smoothly. Well done!
Joshua Janoski05/28/08
What a delightful read. It flowed so smoothly, and I loved that you were "adopted" and not the cat. Sounds to me like Prissy got a good home and you got a good cat. ;)
Sara Harricharan 05/28/08
Oh, I love it! Prissy is definitely a keeper and I can relate to having a special cat who was abused. I'm so glad that she found a great home, with lots of love. Great job! ^_^
Lyn Churchyard05/29/08
There is nothing nicer than being adopted by an animal - especially a cat. Easy to read and totally enjoyable. Well done.
LaNaye Perkins05/29/08
I love your miss Prissy and how she adopted you. This was a great story and well done. Keep up the good work my friend.