I dropped a bunch of Hallmark donations off at The Humane Society of Greater Kansas City this afternoon. Got a chance to chat with Jana and Angela, and to meet Kathleen. I also got a chance to meet my Gypsy again... Kind of.
You see, I was on hsgkc.org looking for event information, and happened to run across a photo that made my heart stop. Celeste looked just like my dearly departed Gypsy! Her markings were eerily similar: short socks in front, long socks in back, black nose with pink stripe, impossibly long whiskers.
I couldn't help but go meet her. And I just about burst into tears when I entered the room and saw her—all the emotion of losing my sweet kitty came rushing back. I sat with her for a while and interacted with her. She was friendly but a little cautious. She rubbed against my legs but quickly tired of me petting her back. She wasn't at ease in the shelter. It reminded me of the weeks of taming the feral Gypsy. A little progress every day with gentle coaxing and temptation of food.
It was actually a relief that her personality was quite different than the Gypsy I remembered—confident, funny, sweet. I had to go meet her just to see if I felt Gypsy's spark. And in the end, I didn't, which gave me a strange feeling of peace... and let me know that I already have the cat I'm supposed to have right now. Kismet may be a blond, but she's got Gypsy's mojo.
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