She is a cat burglar because she stole my heart

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Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!

–“Some Enchanted Evening,”
  Rodgers & Hammerstein

As a lifelong animal lover, I know what it’s like to cry over a departed pet, and I was in no hurry to do that again. So after the passing of my two elderly cats—Fluff Daddy and Little Mister—I needed time. I was not ready to love again. I was not ready for more pain.

…there was a hole in my heart
that only a cat could fill.

Well that was only part of it. I was also enjoying the freedom of having no pets, or children, for that matter. No one, either person or animal, relying on me for anything. That’s fun, right? Having absolutely no dependents? Fun for a while, yes. But there was a hole in my heart that only a cat could fill.

I wasn’t looking to officially adopt, but I made myself available as a foster. No long term commitments—just watch a cat for a while. Not long after, I received a Facebook message from a friend, Diane, who asked if I could foster a cat whose original owner had died, and whose current foster had to leave town. The cat’s name was Esme and Diane had already adopted her sister, Ayziz. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll watch Esme for a few weeks.”

I had little to no expectations prior to Esme’s delivery by the volunteer from Beach City Kitties, a rescue in Venice Beach. I went outside to greet her and first laid eyes on her as she sat quietly in her cage in the back of a car. Esme had a look of “Oh, we’re doing this again?” After her numerous appearances at pet adoption events no one had made it official and I was to be Esme’s fourth foster. “Hi Esme,” I said. “You’re going to be staying in North Hollywood for a while.”

That was five months ago.

I’ve officially adopted Esme, which in all honesty was not my original intention. But she is such a sweet darling and I’ll never let her go.

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