I got the latest cat up for adoption in my email notifications yesterday (”Hey! Check ‘em out!!!”).
I scrolled down. And our eyes met.
I’m serious. She is a 7 year old, all black Persian.
Her name is Clarice.
So I applied 30 minutes later.
Evidently a landlord said Clarice had to go and it was the last night. The owner was devastated, crying on the phone.
I said, “Girl, bring her over!”
So I rescued Clarice. But her owner has had her for 7 years, so I gave her visitation rights.
So basically, I’m the aunt!
And if the owner gets back on her feet, she can have Clarice.
In the meantime - there’s gonna be a new dynamic in the household!