About a month ago, Dylan and I visited the pet shop located next to the cookie store we frequent.  They always have loads of puppies, but it is also kitten season, and there were two little persian kitties that I fell in love with.  The kittens were all black with long hair and orange eyes.  I am not usually a long-haired cat fan…it is a lot of work to brush a cat, not to mention dangerous, and long-hairs definitely require this kind of care.  But there was something about these two little cats that tugged at my heartstrings.  They seemed like they were tricksy little things, and they looked so soft.  I was really glad to see that both the kitties were being held for some guy named Brad. It made me happy to think that the pair would not be split up, and that they had already been adopted.  The idea of animals in the pet store at night makes me very sad…I want them all to be in nice homes with nice owners.  I’m such a sap.

Anyhow, Dylan and I went back into the pet shop today on our way to the cookie store (I know, we have a problem), and there was one of the little persian kitties all alone in the kitty pen at the back of the store.  It broke my heart.  Not only was the kitty not adopted…but her sister/brother was gone.  It took serious restraint not to get her.  I had to remind myself numerous times about the awful time I had sleeping just the night before when I found myself wedged between Reno, Thomas and Beda.  Honestly…we have too many cats for our small home already, but it didn’t make it any easier to leave my little persian cat.  I am still sad about it.