I swore off any more pets after Amber in my pic up there. But life has a way of changing.
Some years ago, Nipper, our cat of 17 years passed away. I told the family, why don't we wait a couple of years, and see if we want to get another cat. I don't know if it's just me, but I have a feeling most cat owners are programmed to take a quick glance down (especially in the kitchen) to make sure you're not going to trip over, accidentally kick, or step on a tail. Well, after the umpteenth time, 2 weeks into my suggested 2 year waiting period, glancing down for a cat that was no longer with us, I adjusted my waiting period.
The whole house had been in a funk, since Nipper passed on. I walked into the living room, where my wife and kids were watching TV. I announced 'It's just not our house, without a cat in it. Take turns checking pet finder and come up with a list of ones you like.' The mood in the house immediately shot up a few notches.
We not only found a cat, but also adopted that cat's best buddy. They weren't from the same litter, but had grown up together in foster care, and had formed a wonderful bond. Didn't have the heart to separate them.
So, we came home with Molly & Odie. That was about 17 years ago. Molly went on to that great cat window sill in the sky, last Oct. Odie is still getting around, a bit slower, but is still the best purrer I've heard, when he gets some lovin'.
Yes, life has a way of changing. We couldn't make it 2 weeks. Biddy is fortunate to be going to a loving home. I have a feeling Amber approves as well.