adoption

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I took Friday off from work and went down to Cat Adoption Team in Sherwood. I used to volunteer there a million years ago. I loved being a volunteer! It was so enriching to spend my weekends cleaning cat cages and socializing the kitties to get them ready for adoption.

I’ve definitely felt like there was something missing from my life since Yggdrasil passed away. 

I wasn’t ready for another kitty for a long time. I definitely grieved for those first few months after he died. I cried a lot. I was heartbroken. I was sad. I missed him. I still miss him. But I’ve felt lately like I wanted to think about getting another kitty. Maya has been coming out of hiding since Yggdrasil died. She never used to. She was 100% bonded to him and did not like people. But once she was all alone, she started coming out at bedtime wanting pets and cuddles. It’s been sweet but she still hides most of the time.

I went to CAT with an open mind, prepared to not adopt anything. I found two boys that seemed to have the personality I was looking for. The first was a kitten.

His name was Sonny (his sister was Cher). He had a big personality already! So cute, so fluffy, so affectionate. I picked him up and he immediately became a purr machine. I was in love! I seriously thought I found the cat for me. I decided to keep looking, just in case, and found this guy:

His name at the shelter was Billy Bob. He just turned 1 at the end of October. He had a kitty cold from the shelter and one side of his neck was shaved from an IV so he looked a little funny. 😉

I met with Billy Bob in a private room and he was such a lovebug! He was super chill and sweet and loved to cuddle. He was SO SWEET. I was a little freaked out that he looked so much like Yggdrasil, but I do love tabbies. He’s a brown tabby, with white paws and a white heart on his chest.

He jumped up on my lap and we cuddled and he got comfortable. I kind of felt like he picked me. So I ended up taking him home. They sent me home with some eye drops for his kitty cold and he was super quiet the entire drive home. He just chilled out in the carrier. When we got home I set him up in the bathroom, where he’ll be for a few days.

I put one of Bella’s blankets in the bathroom (so he gets used to Bella’s scent) and he immediately made himself comfortable. He got a makeshift litter box, toys, food, water and a cat scratcher. I dimmed the lights and just let him calm down.

He seemed unbothered by everything. He did really well in the bathroom. He didn’t destroy anything (like a kitten probably would). I checked on him often and we cuddled and I brushed him (which he LOVED).

By Saturday night, New Kitty was sick of the bathroom! He kept trying to escape. He did so well in there, though, and didn’t destroy anything. He just chilled.

On Sunday afternoon when Logan was sleeping, and Maya was hiding in the bedroom, I let the kitty out to explore. He walked around the whole house (except for the two closed bedrooms) and explore every inch. He rubbed on the walls, sniffed everything, was particularly curious about Maya’s cat dishes and Bella’s water dish, and then went into the living room to meet Bella.

I had this fantasy that Bella and New Kitty would be best friends. I was trying not to indulge in the fantasy just in case…but New Kitty was FEARLESS. He must have lived with a dog before. He walked right up to Bella, sniffed and rubbed his head on Bella. I have an adorable video on Instagram if you want to check it out.

I *think* his name is Stevie. We are trying it on to see how it feels. I love his little white paws. They are so cute! After making the rounds and checking everything out, he picked his spot:

And we relaxed and watched newest season of the Great British Baking Show on Netflix. 😉 I ran some errands later in the day and when I got home, Stevie, Michael and Logan were all cuddling together on the chair watching Star Wars. It was pretty adorable.

On Monday, I was off from work and I let Stevie out of the bathroom to roam free. He found Maya under the bed and they both just sat under the bed next to each. It was pretty adorable. Maya pretty much lives in the bedroom, so it’s no surprise that she’s hiding right right. The fact that they aren’t hissing, growling or fighting is a great sign, though.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and saw this:

Needless to say, Stevie seems to have made himself comfortable with our family right away. 🙂

Thursday Confessions

I feel the urge to share more about my life after yesterday’s post. A blog is a funny thing…I’m in complete control of whatever I post and share with my readers. 95% of the time I stick to the topic: weight loss. But honestly there’s a lot more about me than just being “The Chick That Lost 110 Pounds.”

Here goes…

Confession: When I was about 24 years old I started the process to adopt a baby.

 

I was single, living on my own, had a good job and I’ve always wanted to have kids. I feel very strongly about adoption and I’ve always had the desire to adopt a baby or kid in need of love and stability. I had some money saved up and the company I worked for matched adoption costs up to about $7k I think?

I was going through the process to adopt, looking for babies, planning, reading every book I could find. I even made an appointment with an adoption agency to get started.

I was determined. It didn’t bother me that I would be doing it on my own. I had a good job, thought I could afford it, I had so much love to give…I sat down before my appointment and wrote down every cost I could imagine for adoption and monthly/daily child rearing.

I realized the responsible thing to do was wait until I had more money saved up. I was pretty sad that I didn’t do it but I think it was the right decision to make. Shortly after that I ended up adopting Fat Kitty (and a few months later, Maya).

 

 

Confession: I almost bought my own house.


When I was 25 I decided that I wanted to get out of apartment living and buy a house on my own. I had some savings, the housing market in Portland was AMAZING for buyers and I was determined to do it on my own. I house hunted and looked at about 30 different houses, making an offer on three different ones that fell through.

The last house that I made an offer on was the one I really wanted. I got my heart set on it. It was in NE Portland not too far from the college and public transportation. It was a nice neighborhood and near a park. The kitchen was brand new. There were some cosmetic fixes that needed to be done but it was basically move-in ready. The house was 2 bedrooms, 1 bath and an unfinished basement. Probably around 1,100 square feet. It was so cute (yellow with white trim) and listed at $90k. Can you imagine?

I made an offer. I went to Vegas for the first time for my birthday and got a message from my Realtor while I was out of town that I didn’t get it. A developer offered the SAME amount of money I offered ($95k) but in cash. So lame. It burned and soured me from wanting to keep looking. I decided to take a break from house hunting for a few months and never looked again. The market quickly changed and honestly it was a blessing in disguise. I don’t think I would have been able to pay for the house on my own now that I see what kind of house costs Michael has. It truly was a good thing I didn’t get it.

Another confession: I can get totally sucked into HOURS of “House Hunters.”

 

Confession: I probably won’t run a long race.

 

My goal after running Hood to Coast had been the Las Vegas Half Marathon. I had my sights on running The Strip. What an amazing experience that would be! I think my injury has shown me that I’m probably not a long distance runner. If I ever run races again I think I might be sticking with 5k or 8k distances. I’m disappointed but it might just be the way it is.

 

Confession: I wish I could REALLY cook.


I read a lot of foodie blogs. It started out just for fun, then it was because I wanted to try and teach myself how to cook meals. I read a few websites that are impressive. The recipes they do are advanced and complicated–too hard for me to attempt to be honest. I really wish I could though. One of my favorites to drool over is Salty Seattle. Her food looks like art!


My brother is the one with the cooking gene in our family. I’ve been picking his brain lately on different things to try.

 

Confession: If money was no issue, I’d go on a long vacation to either Tuscany or Napa Valley.


How romantic and relaxing would it be to wake up whenever I felt like it, with the sun shining into the window of a villa? Wine, cheese, good food, hiking…It sounds like heaven to me!

 

Confession: I think I’m ready for a puppy!

PUPPY!!!

 

 

QUESTION: Want to confess something?