Here's the story, how I know it.
I thought I knew several people that had said they wanted a cat. But, when it came right down to it, they all bowed out. Word soon got around here at work, and one of the mechanics, Mike, said he'd take him home. He could live in his shop with his other cats. Okay.
[I thought this was a shame, because he was such an inquisitive and social beast. He should be purring in someone's lap, making them happy.]
Well, Mike took him home that night. And life went on.
About a week later, I got a call from the night dispatcher at work. Mike couldn't keep Bentley because his male cat didn't want Bentley around. It wasn't going to work out. Did I know anyone who wanted him?
I frantically started calling people again. This was such a great cat, he deserved a good home, but no one wanted to take him.
I called my husband (he was out of town for the weekend). Could we maybe take him? He could live in the shop at our house. What about our dog Lucy? She hates cats. She spends her days laying in wait for the neighborhood cats to come into the yard so she can chase them out. He agreed it would be nice to have a cat in the shop. We'd have to make it work.
I met with Mike on Saturday morning and he gave me possession of Bentley. Having absolutely no 'cat supplies' I immediately headed over to the PetsMart. I had fun picking out bowls, a bed, a litter pan and had a lengthy discussion with one of the workers there about the kind of litter to use. Then we discussed food. My oh my. What about treats or toys? And, hey, this nice little cat-scratcher/perch would be perfect in front of the window, and it's on sale! I practically filled up the back of my car with the $228 worth of 'stuff' we had to have.
Once home, I made a quick check of the shop to cat-proof it. Blocked off the dog door to the outside and set Bentley free into his new home. I showed him where the litter box was, the food and water was put out. He immediately began to check the place out.
I didn't want to leave him alone, so I got to work on a quilt project I'd been putting off. Bentley eventually came up and helped me as I pinned the quilt on the floor.
He found the window above my cutting table where he could see out the other side of the studio from, so I cleared my junk off the sill for him.
This is my first cat. I've always had a dog or two, I am definitely a dog-person. I think my husband is more a cat-person. So, hopefully, this will be his cat.
I spent the weekend feeling good about giving Bentley a good home, and feeling guilty about leaving him in the shop alone (in the dark) and feeling guilty about spending time with him because then I was leaving Lucy shut out of the shop. I'm a dog person (I don't trust cats). Nothing personal, Bentley, I just don't know you well enough yet. With a little luck, it will all work out for everyone. Welcome home.
And Lucy still doesn't know he's here.