Today is a big day: after a week of back and forth with the association, I was finally able to adopt a cat. Last week, the association sent one of their employees to do a home visit, and indeed my furniture arrangement convinced them that I was eligible.
Currently, I am on my way to pick up my future cat, and I chose the red Norwegian that had jumped on my lap last time.
"Oh how I can't wait to adopt him, I feel like he and I are going to get along... But damn! I didn't think to give him a name!" I thought on the way.
Arriving at the association's establishment, I headed to the cattery reception, where the volunteer from the last one was waiting for me.
"Hello ma'am, I'm here to adopt my cat." I said with a little excitement.
"Yes we are preparing the cat, follow me." the volunteer asked me.
The volunteer took me to a room where other volunteers were doing the final veterinary checks on the cat, when the cat saw me, he started meowing as if he was happy to see me.
"Here is your cat, currently, we are doing veterinary checks and the final preparations before adoption, it will take some time." explained the volunteer.
"I see, in any case he doesn't seem to appreciate it..." I commented seeing my cat struggling.
"That's normal, with the history he had." said the volunteer.
After signing the adoption contract, paying the adoption fees and shopping for everything I might need, such as food or a litter box, my cat was now finally ready to leave the facility.
"Here's your cat, I hope you two get along well." smiled the volunteer as she gave me the cat's cage.
"Don't worry, I'm going to give this feline all the love it deserves." I reassured her.
"By the way, have you thought about naming your cat?" she asked.
"Yes, I named him... Rossu. It means red in Corsican." I replied.
"It's a very pretty name, in any case thank you for adopting him, see you soon!"
"Goodbye!"
Saying goodbye to the volunteer, I headed to my bike to go home.
"Meow! Meow!" Rossu meowed.
"Don't worry Rossu, your new home will be better than the old one, I promise you, you'll feel safer. Plus, I got you some toys that are waiting for you." » I reassured with a soft voice.
« Meow! » he meowed (perhaps with joy).
« Yes I know, I am impatient too. » I said in a good mood.
Back home, on the stairs...
« Ah! Hello Mrs. Piqueron! » I greeted.
« Hello Thierry. Oh! Have you adopted a cat? » she asked, curious.
« Yes, his name is Rossu, he is a red Norwegian. » I explained.
« How cute he is, in any case you are lucky, my husband has a hell of an allergy to cats. Even saying their name brings tears to his eyes. » she complained.
« I understand, but it is better to respect your allergies, there are people who have much worse reactions you know » I explained.
"Yes, I know that, but still his allergy is surprisingly serious..." she confesses.
Finishing the discussion with Mrs. Piqueron, I arrived at my home, and at Rossu's new house. I then opened the door of his cage after entering.
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