My mum came and took me to Cora’s for breakfast today, then I convinced her to walk over to the Humane Society adoption center in the Niagara Square. There was a beautiful tortie in a cage near the counter, so I asked if it was a “terrible-tortie” and that’s why it was caged. The woman said she had been hit by a car, and is still recovering from surgeries. She’s up for adoption around the end of the month, but needs a home without other cats or children to ensure a safe recovery.

There was another tortie, but it’s one that’s been there a while and has a bad ‘tude. One day when I was petting her she turned around and scratched the hell out of me and hissed for no reason. I asked if they were the only two torties, and the girls behind the counter said yes.

Then I look down and see this gorgeous girl staring up at me. She was so soft and a bit of a fatso – I fell in love right away. I wanted to adopt her right there, but then the girls informed me that she hates other cats. Probably a result of being over 12 years old and recently losing her owner. I wish I could have brought her home, but I’m guessing she would prefer a more laid back environment.

I also saw a boy cat that had a very Captain like face. He was sleeping in a little hiding spot, but came out for me and was loving my pets. The one girl said she was surprised as that cat hasn’t warmed up to anyone yet. I figured out that he saw my Captain tattoo, thought it was a mirror, then realized I’m just really cool and wanted to be my friend.

I miss Captain so much. I wish she could come hang with us.