The fluff of my life
Allow me to explain. It had been 4-1/2 years since my last cat, my buddy of almost 19 years, had passed. It was an extremely difficult goodbye. After that, I had moved and was busy settling into my new house and enjoying the wildlife there.
Some feral cats in the neighborhood had even claimed me and started hanging out around my house. I had had plenty of opportunities to get a new cat or kitten, but had resisted, partly because I didn’t want to go through losing a fur baby again despite the years of joy they give.
Then, one day on a visit to the animal shelter at the Westlake police station, there was a lone, tiny, black fuzzball of a kitten. I was told it was feral. It turned out to be quite the opposite – the most affectionate kitten I had ever met!
Two days later, I brought him home and eventually named him Licorice. He is very smart, playful and entertaining, has an amazing temperament and is wonderful company. Licorice has grown into a gorgeous cat, a source of “purr” joy, the fluff of my life.
He won. Actually, we both won.