Cora is a cool cat, from head to toe — all 25 of them!
We met this Hemingway polydactyl (many-toed) cat on Saturday at Shelter to Home, a cat-focused shelter located Downriver.
The trip in itself was a big deal because it was my first big excursion since a hysterectomy two weeks ago.
I had spotted Cora’s profile that morning, but didn’t say anything to Matt. It was a big enough deal that he was looking at cat profiles completely unprovoked. Pink has been gone for six months, and as much as we both agreed we would never get another cat, somehow the house seems incomplete without one.
We came upon Cora when we walked up the stairs of the Victorian home that houses the shelter. She greeted us from her spot in the upper landing’s window.
Cora was the first cat we saw, and our hostess wanted to keep the tour going since there were at least 14 more cats to meet. But we sat down with Cora, and let her climb on our laps. She purred as we touched her feet, the base of her tail … even her belly. Oh, what a lover.
Then Matt picked her up,
I couldn’t hear a thing through the purr machine.
Finally we broke away from Cora, and continued with the tour. We told the shelter worker about Lexie, our almost 15-year-old dog, and Charlie, our energetic 1-year-old pup. We mentioned the dog door, and emphasized that any cat we adopt will be an indoor cat. The worker seemed happy with this, and even told us about enclosed tents designed for cats if we did wish to bring our cat outside for supervised fun.
Since it was difficult for me to bend down, Matt stopped to pet a few of the felines, and played with a shy calico in the hallway. But once we got downstairs, he asked about Cora.
We started out the day looking for a high energy youthful cat who likes dogs. Cora’s energy level is best described as “chill” and it’s unclear if she’s ever seen a dog. Matt usually gravitates toward big cats, and Cora is on the teeny side. She’s also a mum who recently gave birth to four kittens.
Not exactly what we had in mind, and yet she feels the perfect fit.
We took an application, and said we would be in touch.
As we walked to the car, a smile creeped across my face. This was definitely further than I got with Lola the tortie cat.
When we got home Saturday, I filled out the application.
Of course once I was done, Matt got cold feet.
“I’m not sure. I’m not ready. I don’t know if Cora is the right cat,” he nervously said.
I signed my name at the bottom of the application, and let him talk. The next day, I disclosed my plan of action.
Before we make a final decision, I want to bring Charlie in to meet Cora.
So now I will send in our application and wait.
We’ll be on our toes, and ready to go.