By Bethe Almeras, WHS Adoptions Volunteer & Foster Human
Sure, he was handsome. Anyone could see that. And yes, he was soulful. And well, what girl doesn’t want a soulful guy? But what really sealed the deal for me is that he was a stone cold dork, and well, his belly skin swung back and forth when he ran, which I love more than I can say. (To this day I try and not laugh when he runs. I don’t want him to be self-conscious, but the belly skin is swinging and he makes a funny noise that announces he is quickly moving from Point A to Point B, and well, I am a goner.)
And no, I am not talking about a boyfriend or husband. I’m talking about my cat, Little Man, who I adopted two years ago from Washington Humane Society’s Kitty City, which has since become my favorite spot in all of D.C. Technically, I think he picked me. When I went to leave he stood up and put his front paws on my chest, and that was it, I could adopt none other. I am thrilled to report that two years later, Little Man is happy, healthy, playful, affectionate, active, and more loved that I have words to say.