I lost my little Esa in March of 2011 at the age of 13 1/2 years while I was home on disability. I had just had a partial knee replacement. He was the third furbaby I'd lost and the pain was unbearable. I was determined that I would NOT go through it again, so I packed up all the kitty stuff and put it in the attic. My friend, Cheryl, had been carting me around to doctor appointments, then vet appointments, and to PetSmart to pick up things for Esa. When I lost him, I had just purchased some things from PetSmart. She kept pushing me to return them since they'd never been used. I finally relented because I was due to go back to work the following week. All the way there, I kept saying that I was NOT going to adopt another kitty and she just smiled and said, "Fine, but you can take a look anyway, right?!"
Well, we went "just to LOOK" and this little orange tabby stuck his paw out of his cage and tapped me on the leg. He was 8 months old and the cutest little guy I'd ever seen! Esa, like my Gus, was a tuxedo and I have a real weakness for tuxedos because Esa and Gus were such sweethearts but this guy was relentless! Every time I'd step away from him, he'd start to holler at me so, of course, I had to go back and chat with him! After about 15 minutes, I made that fatal mistake all animal people eventually make and asked if I could hold him. Chris, the S.T.A.R.T. II rep that I spoke to, was reluctant to take him out in the main area. We stepped into a hallway and she let me hold him there. Evidently, Duncan was something of a hell raiser, so it was a brief moment together, but it was enough. I was a goner! While I filled out the paperwork and chatted with Chris, Cheryl stood by Duncan's cage. We heard her say to him, "Kiddo, this is your lucky day!"
She told me on the way home that the whole time I was filling out his paperwork he kept a close eye on me. Every time someone would come to look at him, he'd move to the back of his cage as if to say, "I have a mommy!" We had to go back to my home to get a carrier for him, but when we finally got home, he strutted out of his carrier, looked around, and pronounced his new home purrfect! I saw Chris a couple weeks later at Petco and she asked how he was doing. I told her he was a holy terror but that he was also the love of my life!
We've been together a little over 2 years now. I took an early retirement in December of 2011 and I absolutely can't imagine life without this crazy little dude! He loves to climb up into my lap and nap when he isn't rampaging through the house or chattering at the birds in the front yard Duncan never ceases to make me laugh. I can never thank S.T.A.R.T. II enough for bringing this amazing little boy into my life!
The two top pictures are from his first day home. You can see he made himself comfortable right away! The bottom picture is Duncan snuggled up in one of the blankets I made. He helps with everything that I crochet! He even has his own blog documenting all the crazy things he's done since coming home with me! Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!