Afterwards, I did end up getting her a kitten with stripes like the Lynx. She named it Tiggie. She was already declawed. The only things we had to do was to take it to the vet, get its shots and eventually, get it fixed. She loved that little thing. Several years passed. She got out of the house and was hit by a vehicle. Alannah was heartbroken.
We waited a little while. We got her another kitten. I specifically looked for already declawed, striped, adoptable, young cats. It took me a little while; but, I found one. It had a siblings. It was bonded to a little black litter mate. I remember we went to play with them.
We knew we wanted the striped one. There was an assortment of various colored kittens. The striped one was very attached to this one little black kitten. My daughters knew. They held on to it.
When it was time to go, Alannah picked up the little striped kitten. I told Arleenah to pick out a second kitten. She looked at me. She looked at Alannah. They both looked at me and said "you mean we're not taking them all?"
It was just the most sincere and innocent question. I nearly said yes. There weren't that many kittens; but I said no. They picked the black kitten and named it Angel - originally. Angel liked to pick on Tiggie, in a playful but annoying way. Angel had a name change. Our second cat was dubbed Nemesis, as in "Tiggie's Nemesis". My children have a sense of humor.
We've always had cats in our lives except that time I was in the hospital for an extended stay. Recently, within the last several years we started adopting cats again. This time my youngest daughter Alyssah wanted to adopt FIV senior cats. She wanted to make a difference.
She wanted a cat nobody else wanted. She wanted to give it a home. She wanted to make sure it knew it was loved for the short time it had to live. My children have always had such big hearts. I'll always be so very proud of them.
