Kitten time...or not.

I decided that I would start the process of getting a kitten. I doubt I'll get one soon but figured I would get the work started since I was likely to go with Morris animal refuge. So yesterday I went.

Well, I think I am going to skip following up with Morris. In filling out an application, I felt like I might as well be filling out a loan for all the intrusive questions.

Morris has a bit of reputation, they got slammed a few years ago about their poor performance. I have also not heard goot things from friends of family about their adpotion practice. Also not helping is that Brother had serious ear problems when I adopted him that went unnoticed and needed surgery...costly surgery that made the boy from a proud, bold kitten into something of a scardeycat.

I can't say thing seem to have improved much. There were fewer questions on the form from when I went their to adopt one of my other cats, Brother. But I felt like everything about my life was about to be scrutinzed: My vet would be called (OK, fine) my landlord (errr), my employer (WTF!?). They grilled me about the fates of SaraBelle and Vela. I did not feel comfortable.

They told me to call on Monday afternoon to see if I am approved, but honestly I don't think I will be doing that. I'll see if I can find some local animal foster family that wants to let me have a cat. The best kitties I've had came from such homes (Lyra, Vela, SaraBelle) and it seems to be much easier to deal with.

It shouldn't be this hard.