Actually, the cat adopted ME. :) My mother, grandmother and I went to a shelter a little after Christmas last year (can’t remember the name of the shelter, but it wasn’t in our city or out of state; I think it was a few counties over from Melbourne, FL).

We went in and were looking at the different cats when this woman came in with one in her arms; we asked her if she was going to adopt the cat and she told us “No, I only work with them, I get them used to being in a home before they’re adopted”. The cat, Munchkin (the name was on her cage already) reached out with a paw and started patting at my arm. (“I want this human!” :) ) I locked eyes with her and CLICK. The bond was made. The shelter worker asked me if I wanted to hold her, I said “Sure!” She passed Munchkin over to me; she just laid back in my arms and started purring. She was purring so loud that you could hear her all over the room. Our decision (mine and Munchkin’s) was already made.

We brought her home and she’s fit right into the family! Munchkin’s not a pet to me, she’s a friend. I’m not sure what breed she is, but knowing a cat’s breed doesn’t matter to me one bit.

I didn’t change the name because it fit her perfectly. I love Munchkin so much; if I had to make that decision all over, I’d pick her again.

I’m adding a photo that I took of her. This goal was well worth completing.