Nova

Anyone who knows me knows that I love dogs. It's an obsession. My family bred Dalmatians, so I was always around at least 5 dogs at a time. As much as I want a dog, I knew it wasn't the smart thing to do while we're living in a small apartment with no yard. So after Ryan and I moved to a pet friendly apartment, we decided on getting a cat. 

It was late April when we started looking. Of course we went to the Humane Society and the SPCA to see if we could rescue one, but we were told it wasn't "kitty season" yet. We had our hearts set on a tiny baby kitten that we could take home and raise, but we thought we'd take a look at the older cats anyway. This process was so difficult! We would sit in the large outdoor room for hours petting, observing, and loving all of these cats. We found quite a few characters going through this process. Ryan met a cat named Muffin who loved giving hugs. In fact, he loved giving hugs so much that he ended up scratching Ryan’s shoulders! He was so adorable, but he was too old, and we were concerned if he had bad habits like scratching furniture that we wouldn’t be able to train him properly. While Ryan met Muffin, I found the cat I wanted. A 6-month-old black cat with green eyes named Dash. She was the most calm, cuddly cat but we soon figured out she was consistently sick, and felt if we were to take her home we may be unable to afford the vet bills.

Our second or third visit, a 1-year-old buff colored shorthaired cat with an attitude caught our eye. Her name at the time was Molly, and she was a playful but aggressive cat. Ryan loooooovveeeed her, and thought she was the one, but I’ll be honest I wasn't too sure about her. I thought she was mean after watching her interact with other cats. After sitting in that room for an hour, I agreed and we took her home.

Let me tell you, I was so wrong about her! She is the sweetest, most loving cat in the world. Although she doesn't like being held (which I still hold her anyway against her will), she always wants to be in the same room as us, and loves sleeping in our bed with us! My guess is she wasn't used to being around twenty plus cats, and maybe just likes being a lone ranger. She's done really well with us, and Ryan and I really enjoy caring for her. 

I felt that if she was going to be our cat, we needed to give her a new name. I was looking up Native American names, and saw "Nova" which I think in Hopi means, "chases butterflies." If you watch her play with her favorite toy, (da bird) you'll know why we ended up naming her that. Funny thing is, we rarely call her Nova. Most of the time it's "Kiddenz" or "Kitty." =)

So here she is! Miss Nova.