Update

The Kitty Hunt of 2012 is beginning, well sort of. It has been jumble of close calls with no kitty yet. I am just taking it all in stride and assuming that the timing really wasn't right yet. You can't hurry love, and you can't hurry grief either.

I have full faith that the Ones Who Came Before are working it all out. When it's right, it'll just be right.

I do have a funny story from the search though.

Hubby and I went to the local shelter to look at the kitties. We were confused by the tagging system on the cages. Some had the familiar F and M - which I took as Female or Male. I was feeling pretty proud of myself for figuring it out till I saw others say S or N. Not a sex I was familiar with - I really thought there were only the two.

"Excuse me. How do you tell what the cat's sex is?" I asked the lady at the shelter.


She gave me a look somewhere between disgust and disdain. "We've been trained." She said.

Of course my inappropriate giggles kicked in. "I should hope so." I said. "I meant how can I tell what the cat's sex is? I don't understand the differences in the sexes."

This time the look told me she thought I was a sick crazy lady. I giggled harder. I imagined her, imagining me lifting kitties tails.

"No." I said, imagining being black-balled from getting a kitty. "I mean on the papers." Pointing to the sheet of paper on their cages. "I don't understand what the codes mean. What sex is N or S?"

"Oh!" She said, still slightly perturbed. "N is neutered and S is spayed."

So the good news is that I haven't been black-balled... yet. My frequent calls may get me banned yet. Might be time to break out the English accent to throw them off my tracks.