Adopting a Pet: Korra’s Adoption Story

Warning: this post contains gushing about my cat.

If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram you’ll know that I’m pretty obsessed with Korra, my four year old tabby. My husband and I adopted her only a few months after we moved to Halifax after humming and hawing for weeks. We knew that it was going to cost us more money than we wanted, but we had been desperate to adopt a cat since we moved in together. It was inevitable, really.

Adopting a Pet: Korra’s Adoption Story

Choosing to adopt was really the only road we ever went down. Nothing against the adorable pet store cats, dogs, rabbits, guinea pigs, etc etc etc. but the thought of a cat sitting in a cage for months waiting for someone to fall in love with it so it can have a home just breaks my heart.

We lasted maybe ten minutes in the room with the cats in it before Dylan found Korra. There was something about her that spoke to him and I couldn’t say no either. The staff were surprised at how fast we asked to adopt her, actually. I mean, there were two rooms of cats and we didn’t even make it into the second. It was love at first sight. She was shy, but excited to be pet, though she didn’t want to be picked up. I was a little put off at that, but as soon as I looked into her sweet eyes I knew that she was coming home with us.

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The process was fast – we filled out some paperwork, paid our adoption fee (which, at the Nova Scotia SPCA, includes a vet checkup, vaccinations and a microchip) and just like that she was all ours. She was not happy about going into her carrier or about the car ride home, but she settled into our apartment pretty quickly. Within a couple of hours of getting her home she was already eager to be pet and even rubbed up against our feet. Korra is a cat with so much love to give – and I will gladly let her give it!

She had warmed up further since we adopted her so that she will even lay on us occasionally – though it has to be on her terms. Everything with her is on her own terms. She’s a lot like me that way. She brings us one of her favourite toys every night when we go to bed, she is insistent about when she gets her wet food (5:00 on the dot, no later!) and she is the pickiest treat eater I have ever come across. She only seems to really like Whiskas Tempations, anything else she just turns her nose up at. It’s incredibly how much personality she has – I don’t see her as a pet but as a family member, and honestly she is one of the best things to ever happen to Dylan and I.

Tell me about your pet in the comments – pictures of cute things are also acceptable! 😉