I don't know who to blame for the bad rep that cats may have attained over the years, but let me tell you, as a proud cat mama of Chabs, adopting a cat is possibly one of the BEST decisions I've made in my entire life. Chabs has been in my life for about 6 years now. She went from being called 'Alicia' (most likely named from the animal hospital that treated her after she was rescued, to her official name 'Choa', which has evolved into a range of names which she responds to (i.e. Chabs/Chab/Chabga/Chob). I will never forget when I first met her. I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her in a Pet Valu (one of the West-end locations in Toronto). I remember walking into the store, and this cat (that really looked like a kitten because of how small she was) was running around the store in a harness, excited to meet everyone. She was super playful and friendly, and overall, just a happy soul. I was told she was found in London, Ontario, and recently gotten spayed and brought to the store. I filled out the adoption papers immediately and brought her home the next day. I remember staying up all night the night before I brought her home, as I was scared someone else would snatch her up and I'd never get to see her again π’. For those with cat-babies, I'm sure many of our stories are alike, and that you may agree that we can no longer imagine a life without our kitties/catties! Chabs follows me everywhere (literally - no privacy!). She sleeps with me (often wrapped around the top of my head like a halo π). She'll come greet me at the door every time I come home, yells at me if I'm late to feeding her π, and cuddles up with me when she senses that I'm down. While I could go on for pages and pages about all my stories with Chabs, this is all to say #adoptdontshop and please love your fur babies #fureverπ»!