Maserati

Not much is going on right now so I thought I would dedicate a post to one of our furbabies- Maserati. Maserati was a rescue cat Leslie adopted from the shelter in 2008. The shelter has theme weeks where all of their incoming animals are randomly assigned names revolving around a certain theme. Maserati arrived on "car week" and had neighbors named Kia, Camry, Hummer, etc. Having been born with more expensive taste than I will ever be able to manage, I had always loved Maseratis (the car, not the cat) since I was little. I had arrived at the shelter with the mindset that I wanted a big orange male cat to adopt and had one all picked out. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an adorable tabby cat staring back at me from a bottom cage. I pulled him out, he snuggled in my lap and fell asleep among all the chaos and I was smitten. Seeing the name "Maserati" on the tag was the icing on the cake and I proceeded to fill out the paperwork to bring this not-so-little guy home. Two weeks later, I arrived at the shelter with cat carrier in hand to pick him up. That is when I finally realized how ummm, large, this cat actually was. He didn't fit in the carrier, not even close. The shelter was kind enough to sell me a carrier that was basically a cardboard box and we somehow made it home in one piece. Since that day, Maserati has been at my feet every chance he gets and hardly ever leaves my side. He watches the birds from my bedroom window as I get ready every morning, he greets me everyday at the door when I get home and at night, he curls up in my lap to watch TV. He is exactly what I was looking for in a new buddy and we couldn't be happier together. Well, maybe he'd be happier if I didn't insist he be on a diet and I'd be happier if he didn't insist on reminding me every second how hungry he truly is, but hey, life isn't perfect.