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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Meet my cat Moses
On August 11, 2012 I adopted a cat from the San Diego County animal shelter. They had named him Moe. A one syllable pet name is not effective.
The shelter was technically closed by the time I chose to adopt Moses. Upon meeting him, he licked my face. How could I say no?
He is 1 year 6 months old. Upon the recommendation of the employees at the shelter, I set up Moses in the bathroom at my cottage. This way, he could not hide from me under the bed.
So, we hung out in the bathroom. I sat on the floor. He walked around. He'd come near me, so I could pet him. I told him how I couldn't believe I had a cat. I had become a pet owner. The employees at the shelter had commented how the cat chooses the person as much as the person chooses the cat. I decided it was only appropriate to ask Moses if he wanted to be my cat. He responded by licking my face. It was settled.
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