I adopted Oscar back in late 2010, from an animal shelter. My previous cat of over 15 years, Elmo, had passed away a month prior and it had been a very traumatic experience for me. I went through depression and all the other symptoms associated with grief because I had really lost a friend whom I had grown up with. One day around thanksgiving my mother came to my room and asked me to go do errands with her. I wasn't too thrilled and I was just started to cope with the fact Elmo was gone. It had been a bit over a month.
We went by CVS to pick up whatever she needed then made a sudden stop by the animal shelter and my mom told me to try finding a cat I liked and that he didn't need to replace Elmo but she knew I missed him. Oh boy it was so hard, my heart just bled for all those kitties, I wanted to take them all home and felt I was committing a heinous crime by picking one over the other. Finally I came upon this pile of kitties in a cage, I couldn't decide between a darker colored one and an orange one. I almost got the dark one but then Mr. Orange crawls on top of all his brothers and sisters and sticks his entire arm outside the cage toward me, meowing loudly in my direction.
