Spoonful of Sugah

So tonight the girls and I did our biweekly volunteering at Petsmart for the local feline rescue organization, Feline Friends, which houses homeless cats through the store.   Ever since we adopted our adorable little kitties (Oreo Cookie and Vanilla Bean) about 2 months ago, our life has never been the same. 

Growing up with dogs, I never got the whole “cat” thing.  It always seemed to me that cats were spooky little animals with a hidden agenda who should only come out on Halloween, and I tried to stay as far away from them as possible.  I’ll never forget my first sleepover, waking up in my friend’s bunk bed with a black cat clawing through my long straggly hair.  Thank goodness my mother (or maybe it was one of my older sisters?) was willing to pick me up in the middle of the night!

 Now now, who was that anyway who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?  6 months ago if you were to tell me that I would ever own a cat (nevermind 2!),  I would have told you,  ”You craaazzzzyyy!”  Although I don’t speak quite exactly like that.

I don’t know what it was about that day that we strolled through Petsmart, looking through the window at all of those homeless kitties.  I had that nurture craving feeling welling up inside of me.  (You know the one you get right about 3 months prior to realizing you’re pregnant?)  I walked up to the window and noticed how tight the space was and there was that little black kitty making eye contact.  (If you look at the girl’s face in this picture I took tonight, you can probably imagine a similar look in my eyes) I looked into those beautiful green eyes and I literally felt like time stopped for a few seconds.  The next day the girls and I showed up bright and early at the start of adoption time and we walked into that tiny 5×10 room that housed atleast 15 cats.  To make a long story short (hopefully ) two beautiful little kitties showed up at our door 2 days later, and life has never been the same since.

There are sooooo many little kittens and cats out there that desperately need to be adopted.  The guy above’s name is Brewster.  He’s such a loving little hambone.  I spent about 1/2 an hour tonight brushing him out and giving him some lovin’.  Can you believe his owners just left him behind at their home when they moved out?  I guess that’s how much of a “throw away” society we’ve become.   I’ll save this subject matter for another day. 

Here are some pics of our little gems…

 

Sharing each day with these adorable little kittens brings the three of us such joy.  My 8 year old wakes at 6 am begging to feed them and my 6 year old kisses them atleast 20 times a day.  To think that these little ones were found barely surviving under a trailer just a few months ago.   And to think that just a few months ago, I NEVER would have imagined owning a cat.  Sometimes God can be found in the most unexpected of places……