They say every good writer needs a cat.
In my case, a feline friend is desired by a writer who simply wishes to be considered good.
So, today's report is entered with a bit of a heavy heart.
I will not be adopting a cat. Not now at least.
But let me tell you about the little fellow who I intended to claim.
That bugger is Delphi. Who, in my house, would become 'Roux in honor of distinguished Flyer, Claude Giroux.
I spent over an hour in the Fredericksburg SPCA, lingering, and wandering. Each time I passed this cat's space, it stared me down and vocally beckoned me in.
Despite hoping for a cat a bit more orange to fit the name, I gave in. Entering the "cat condo," Delphi was total affection, brushing against my leg, purring, constantly circling me.
This is one cool cat.
And one I am seriously disappointed not to be taking in.
Unfortunately, the financial realities of my apartment complex's pet policy are pretty daunting. But they are manageable.
The truth is, there is a more restricting concern.
While I am mostly content with my life and prepared to embrace stability, there is but a single issue outstanding of which I can not presently control. It's capacity to potentially upset my life makes pet ownership, for now, irresponsible
And unwise. Especially for the cat.
Hopefully resolution comes quickly.
When it does, I will surely add a 'Roux to my life.