I was a new volunteer at CAT, assisting staff assessing and planning care for cats entering the shelter. One of my jobs was retrieving cats from their temporary kennels and bringing them to the exam room.
One cat, Pi, jumped from her kennel into my arms, clinging to me throughout her exam and treatment. The veterinary tech, while doing her best to examine Pi, suggested I might as well, “Give up and take her home!”
The next day, I returned to CAT as extra help for a busy day of intake. There was Pi, still in the holding area, awaiting a ride to Purringtons; a [now closed] cafe where guests can interact with adoptable cats. (Pi’s affectionate, outgoing ways made her a natural choice.) I panicked. She was leaving, and I’d NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!
I called my husband and told him he needed to come look at a cat. To paraphrase Caesar: He came, he saw, and Pi conquered. Our Offsite Coordinator found another kitty for Purringtons, and Pi (renamed Chloe) is still, 3 plus years later, my husband’s lap cat and my rival for his attentions.
Shared by: Evelyn Murphy
