When We Adopted Our Cat

About eight years ago in the summer, Mrs. G and I drove to my friend's mom's house. She had taken in a cat who had just delivered three kittens. We were going to adopt one to live in our new house that we had just bought in Geneseo.

First, we pulled up to her house. She opened the door and invited us into her basement, which was full of her many cats. When we got down there, we immediately saw the three new kittens. Two of the sisters were playing together and rough housing. The third was more clumsy and played by herself.

This kitten was as small as a stuffed animal with a tail that was striped like a tiger's tail. When we picked her up, she smelled sandy like a litter box and felt as soft as a cloud. Mrs. G and I noticed very early that she was super cute. In fact, her feet and belly were as white as Olaf the snowman while the rest of her fur was brown, gray, and black. 

Then, she nuzzled my cheek and it felt damp like a sidewalk after a rain shower. We knew right away that she was the kitten we wanted to take home. 

After we got her home, she was super scared and hid under our furniture. She yelped and whined throughout the first few nights at our house as loudly as a fifth grader in a Millikin hallway.

Eventually, we named her Zola, which means "peace" in Swahili language. She became a much more peaceful and calm kitten and grew into her name quite well. She is still living with us and will hopefully do well in her new home in Columbus in a few months. The end.