We were in Florida when Andrew called. It was our anniversary so I expected he was calling to wish us a happy 37th anniversary. He may have been, but soon got to the point of his call. He had an opportunity for us, a proposition.

Honestly I thought he was calling to get us to sign up for clean energy from the company he’d just started working for. I assumed we’d have to get back to him, not knowing any of the particulars. However, he wasn’t calling about that. He wondered how we’d like to adopt two young adult cats. He went on to explain the situation — their current owners were moving to Australia.

I’d decided, after Halloween died in 2015, we would have no more cats. I couldn’t deal with their last years — the uncertainty of when they it’s time to say goodbye, the sadness of their passing. Then, less than a month later when Mom went to live with my brother, we took in her elderly cat, Callie. Unfortunately Callie was not well and I think grieved for my mother. She never got used to living with us and died within a year of her moving in with us. Again I said, “no more cats” for the same reasons as before.

That was all fine and good, but in the past few years I’ve been thinking that it might be nice to have a cat or two to cuddle and love. I wasn’t planning on pursuing an adoption, but decided that if a cat fell into my lap I’d be more than willing to welcome a cat into our house. So we said we’d definitely like to meet them.

Andrew sent us some photos of Waffle and Pony, the cats that needed a new home.