Several weeks ago we met a kitty named Priscilla at our local Petco. It was love at first site but common sense carried us home without her. When we were out on Saturday we decided to stop by again. She was gone.
We went to Petsmart and visited with a 17 pound beauty named Baby Phat but it was not meant to be. After one look at BellaFella's sad eyes we headed back across town to another Petsmart just to take a look.
On the way there he called BellaMomma to tell her about Prissy- we had already nicknamed her. While we were visiting with the kitties in the third store of the day BellaMomma called back to tell us she had tracked down Priss at the Richmond SPCA and we had two hours to get there before they closed.
After discovering that I do not know how to get around this city at all and digging up four quarters we landed at the SPCA parking lot at 5pm. A date with destiny. We tracked down Miss Priss and I guess the rest will be history.
Here is Priss and the BellaFella preparing adoption papers at the SPCA...
She walked into the little farm Saturday night and it seems she has been there all her life. She cuddles, she plays, she sleeps and she is happy as can be. Welcome Miss. Priss. And you are welcome BellaFella. I can't say no to him.
Isn't she a beauty? And aren't we crazy?