This is Lucy.
We first met her four and a half years ago at an animal shelter.
I was raised a cat person and lived with a dog person. It had taken me two years, but I had finally convinced my partner, Ben, to go to the local shelter ‘just to look’ at the cats.
The ‘just to look’ part was his idea. I already knew that no person with half a human heart could survive a trip to a shelter without adopting at least one animal, but I played along.
We arrived at the shelter and asked to see their cats. There were so many – around 100 – and it was a ‘no kill’ shelter, so there were cats that had been there for months and some even years.
We walked through the first room and most of the cats pressed against the front of their cages asking for a petting.
A few of the old-timers looked on cynically from their comfortable beds. Tears prickled my eyes.
Why were there so many? How could we choose just one? We said hello to a few of them, rubbing a few heads through the bars of their little cages – less than a cubic meter each.
Somehow we knew that none of them was our new cat.
Watch Mamamia go and check out the local cat and dog shelter. It will melt your heart. (Post continues after video.)
In the second room, a beautiful little boy cat caught our eye. He was strutting about his cage like Rum Tum Tugger. He was gorgeous and he knew it. We tried to pet him through the bars, but he was being coy.
Ben and I looked at each other. “He’s beautiful, but he’s a bit arrogant,” I said. “How can a cat be arrogant?” asked the dog person. “Like that,” I said, pointing to the little fluffy guy with the brilliant blue eyes as he took another pass around the cage.