On Clare.

We found the wonderful Clare at PAWS in Chicago where my friend was volunteering. The first cat struck out because it was in a nipping mood despite my friend telling me that it had never did that before. Personally I really didn’t care for cats.

She was sitting amongst all these other cats that were having a blast. Raindrop was sitting in the kitty litterbox. Don’t think that was a good sign. She really didn’t want to come out and yet we persisted and brought her home in a cardboard box made for that purpose.

The first night we had a blast. Taking the handle of the kitty litter container I tied a piece of string to it and at the end put a fake fish. And Clare would now go flying through the air trying to catch it. From the other room I heard, “Let her win sometimes.”

She needed to be separated because my friend had another cat. The next day our new feline decided to hide under a bench bed and where as the previous day she would come out for food-this time she wasn’t and she had the sniffles.

Then we decided to rename her, “Her name will be Clare!” Almost biblical

It was at this time I felt a glimpse of parental love for a cat. I wanted her to be healthy and active. Would she survive?

Sure enough she did.