As y’all know, trying to adopt a cat hasn’t exactly been easy for us so far, with competition and overextended, unresponsive volunteers seemingly working against us. Frustrated but not defeated, I decided to be even more proactive and go to a cat adoption event on Saturday — but I also knew that walking in there with a boisterous 15-month-old wouldn’t necessarily work in our favor. So I did my best to make said boisterous 15-month-old look a bit more, um, appealing to the foster kitty parents.
What do you think? Too subtle?
Well, it worked at first — those cat ladies ooohhh’d and aaahhh’d over the “adorable shirt” Skye just HAPPENED to be wearing (*AHEM*) — until, that is, she proceeded to take her sippy cup and bang it on the six-thousand-page application that I was filling out, getting milk EVERYWHERE and making my ink run. They stared at her, then stared at me, clearly not so sure about my parenting skills, SO…
… I did what any good prospective kitty mom would do: Told the volunteers I was just babysitting for a friend. (Hey! I can’t have that kid holding me back.)