Nino: I swear it’s the name he came with.

It took me FOREVER to decide whether or not to adopt a cat. After going back and forth for months, multiple pro/con lists, a sympathy trip to the shelter and hours spent online researching adoptable cats, I just went for it. On a very gloomy Monday I was home sick from work and decided to get in my car and drive to the shelter.

I knew I wanted three things [in one cat]: an older cat that no one would adopt, a cat that was already neutered and a cat that wasn’t mean [like most of the cats I had growing up].

After playing with multiple cats I was a little disappointed [and slightly relieved] that I didn’t find the one for me. But one of the shelter’s staff members kept urging me to go see “Nino.” “He will give you a hug,” he kept saying.

Finally I asked, “He’ll give me a hug?” The staff member said, “Yes. I’m not kidding.” So I gave in. I walked into the clear glass room at the entrance to the shelter. Nino’s name was plastered on the front with an “adoption fee waived” sign. I wondered what that meant and when I asked why, they told me it was because he had been there so long they needed to get him a good home soon. That’s when I realized that he was on the list [the kill list].

Nino was sleeping on the highest perch of the cat tree. I started to pet him, and he immediately started purring. He arched his back, slowly got up and turned around, and then he literally gave me a hug. Without any encouragement [or any physical help] he climbed off of the cat tree, onto my chest and wrapped both his paws around my neck.

I couldn’t put him down. But literally, he wouldn’t let go so I couldn’t put him down. I had to get down on the floor before I could finally pry his paws off of me. The staff member stood outside the glass room, laughing. “I told you,” he said.

So I adopted him.

He was an older cat, already neutered and obviously very sweet-natured. When I asked what steps I had to go through to complete the adoption, the only thing the administration said was “fill this out.” They micro-chipped him, and I was out of there in 15 minutes.

Nino was sick for the first two weeks I had him and my vet told me that the shelter I got him at doesn’t adopt out very healthy animals. I thought about changing his name, and even did for a few days, but “Nemo” just didn’t feel right. I finally decided that it wouldn’t be fair to change his name after everything he went through.

Plus, Nino just kind of suits him.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Littlefrugalista's Blog

Just another weblog

Raising My Rainbow

Adventures in raising a fabulously gender creative son.

Two Birds Nest

Weddings to admire & inspire for lesbians, queers, trans*, and everyone else

Sublimefemme Unbound

The unadorned intensity of queer femininity

Live to Write - Write to Live

We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing

The Daily Post

The Art and Craft of Blogging

%d bloggers like this: