Everyone meet Dex. I never thought we’d get a cat so soon with the passing of Karen last month. I’d said to my husband no more cats until BB is bigger and he agreed.
But then little Dexter’s face appeared on my timeline. His head was covered in grease from a mite treatment and he had what appeared tears running down his face from his eye drops.
He’d been found a skinny, unneutered stray and luckily the cat sanctuary had taken him in. They were pleading for adopters for him as apparently male black cats really struggle finding homes.
I clicked on the video and watched him have some fuss, he was so loving with the loudest pur. I just knew we needed to rescue him.
I put off talking to my husband for a few days and kept checking the page to see if he’d been adopted. He hadn’t. So I booked an appointment to meet him with my husband and BB. Driving up we were still discussing whether it was too early to adopt but we (well I) felt compelled to meet him.
We went up and he cowered in his cage. Other cats were being friendly, brushing up against their cages but he was mute, curling into the smallest ball at the back of his pen.
I turn to talk to the lovely cat lady and when I look again, my 6ft 7 husband bum is sticking up, out the pen and hes talking quietly to him giving him some fuss.
He comes out the cage. His eyes are misty. That’s our cat he says.
And so today on our first wedding anniversary we pick up Dexter. Instead of going out for a posh lunch with BB we are hunkered down in my SD room whilst BB naps, sitting quietly with him so he gets to know us.
There’s no place I’d rather be.