We had been planning on getting a kitten for months. It was never the right time, until the week before Thanksgiving. We headed out to the SPCA to scout around and see who might be the right fit for our family. There's nothing quite like a kitten in your arms, and we fell in love with many of them. Before we made our final choice, my daughter wanted to go visit the adult cat area. While there, I got to talking to one of the volunteers. She convinced me that a kitten would be too much for our 9 year old cat, Hickory. She thought a female, one year or older would be a better match. I asked if she could point some out to me. "Well, that one over there might be perfect," she said motioning to the tiny siamese that my daughter was currently snuggled up with. Her name was Lovely, and we put in an adoption request immediately. Unfortunately, someone already had a hold on her, so we got on a waiting list. Two days later we heard that no one had shown up, and that she was ours, but had a cough... could we wait? Of course! You should have seen the happy dance we did that night. For the next few weeks, yes weeks, we waited for Lovely. There had been one cat sickness after another going around and they wouldn't let her go until she was totally healthy. That was fine by me... I was in no space to take care of a new sick kitty at the beginning of the holiday season. My kids, on the other hand were less patient. But finally, she was ready! On Tuesday we headed back to the SPCA.
We had many names picked out, but after all this time of calling her Lovely, it seems to have stuck. Besides, it suit her. She's sweet and calm, affectionate but shy. And really now, isn't she one little lovely cat? My daughter has already nicknamed her Love. She was obviously waiting for us as much as we were waiting for her.