Our sweetest GK was so distraught, depressed and felt so alone. She in her short life has experienced enough sorrow and loss. For those that don't know her backstory, just know she isn't a spoiled brat but has real issues that have influenced her and she is still a terrific kid.
It is always important to know when the time is right to heal. No one can say how long a time or how short a time it takes to open your heart to love. As adults we all have loyalty issues, grieving times, need to feel we have gotten over some loss open in our lives. I have been called many things in my life when it comes to being impetuous, it is what it is, so we'll just skip over that part of my character for now. I do what I feel is right, right now.
I honestly could not stand to have GK suffer any longer. I know that this was the right thing to do and so I went online to Pet Harbor site to see if they had any kittens. What I came to was a plethora of pleas for help either adopting or fostering kittens. I called Ms. GK in to show her the kittens. We were both smitten with the idea of reaching out and adopting a little one. It's been 15 years since I've had a kitten in my house, older cats yes, tiny baby kittens, no.
So on a lark, with the blessings of Sweet Man (anything for the kids) and Shelley (although she had her doubts as to our endeavor) Ry, GK and I went to Animal Humane first. We knew that when we were thinking of getting a kitten 2 years ago, that black cats have a harder time being adopted than others....and so always being for the underdog, if you will excuse the bad analogy, we went looking for maybe a black kitten. But there was a plethora of opportunities and this was just our first stop.
As we approached the cattery, GK held my hand and was nervous. I know she was worried that she might be being disloyal to the memory of her Cybella. I assured her that Cybella would be the first to not want her to be lonely. Walked in the newly remodeled cat area and up to the all glass doors of the kitten room. This little black fuzzball with a bulbous nose, ran to the door as she saw the children, with a question mark position in her fluffy tail as though she was saying, "Hi my name is Uma, I'm the official welcome kitten here and you don't know it yet but you're gonna take me home with you".
|there will be other photos but how does one get a kitten to hold still for a photo???????? Get them played out, Impossible.|
We visited and held and played with all of the kittens, each sweet and funny and tiny, but it was Uma who was the one who spoke to GK. Ry had a crush on a kitten named Dickorey.....and yes there was a Hickory and a Doc. He has his cat Gabriella, alias Toad and so we just took Uma. Or rather we put an adoption hold on her. She was to have her surgery the next day so she wouldn't contribute to the over population of unwanted cats.
And I spent yesterday intermittently pealing GK off the ceiling and keeping her entertained until it was time to go and get Uma. That was kinda fun. I don't know which of us was more excited.
Uma, which means goddess in Sanskrit, is the cutest, most affectionate little bit of fur and fluff ever. She is silvery black and you can actually see the black stripes in her undercoat. She has a lighter backend than her head and front legs. Scrawny, agile, comical and perfectly wonderful. Already has transferred her job skills from the kitten room to GK's room as she greets us when we go into visit. Always with the little question mark tip to her talk when she does her meet and greet.
So, yeah, there's a new goddess at our house and she has taken over GK's bedroom, heart and the mommy in GK is content and at peace.