I tell myself (and Moo) every single day (OK, several times a day) how lucky I am to have him. You see, I wasn't planning on a Moo. A Moo wasn't even an option -- "Pimp is an only child," I said more times that I'd even try and count. Until one day, this cow-spotted cat showed up at my back porch sliding door...
Well, food and love he could have; that was a no-brainer. But Pimp was an only child, so Moo (there was no other name I could have named him!) would have to settle for being an outside visitor kitty.
But not your average outside kitty! Spoiled Moo had his own chair, with his own towel and everything... and he loved it.
I fed him every morning and every night. And on weekends, I left the sliding glass door open with just the screen there so I could talk to him out there and he could talk to me. He rarely left the porch. It's like he made himself right at home!
When Christmas came about two weeks later, I gave Moo and Pimp matching boxes to hang out it (Moo loved boxes even back then!)...
And Moo got Christmas presents, too! Here he is with his first toy from me -- a catnip poof!
Over those weeks, Moo was making his case for becoming an inside kitty, and my "single cat" resolve was clearly melting. I would spend hours outside with him, sharing his chair and just reading or using my laptop. And Moo would spend hours just staring in...
Until finally, about three weeks later, I caved. Moo was coming in and getting a real forever home! And that, Cuteheads, was one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life. Maybe even the best. He's that special.
Since then, he's turned into the biggest love. He never leaves my side, follows me around, constantly wants to be held, give kisses, nosetaps and head butts. He sleeps on my pillow and purrs louder than a motorcycle.
I have no idea what he was doing outside (the vet said he was probably a little over a year old when I took him in, and clearly he was friendly), but I can only guess someone either left him behind when they moved or dumped him because they couldn't care for him anymore.
Either way, it turned out to be a blessing for both of us. He has me for a mommy and I have him for a Moo! Oh, and he also has Pimp for a brother... He's the only kitty in the world lucky enough to say that!
So all I can say is that things don't always happen as you plan them, but sometimes that's OK. Go with your heart and not your head, and if you're lucky enough, you'll end up as happy as I did.