Up to October 17, 1998, we were very content with our two cats, D.J., a six year old mix (who just happened to be my favorite cat of all time) and Shadow, a 16 year old pure bred Persian who had lived well past his expected life span.
 

We made flyers and hung them around the neighborhood and at the local Vet clinics and put notices in the Lost and Found ads.  Decided we'd better start checking the local pound on a regular basis.  It was sure hard to see all the adorable kitties at the pound, knowing their possible fate, but the last thing on my mind was a new kitten.  I wanted my D.J. back! 

Thursday, October 22 ... Bob spots this cute little black & white kitty at the pound and I could tell right away that it was love.  I didn't want to think about it but after we left Bob kept asking questions about how you take care of a kitty.  I knew he wanted that kitty so I figured, what the heck, the worst that can happen is we will have three cats.  Our next scheduled visit was Saturday and I had decided that if he was still there, we were going to adopt him.  Well, he was still there but had already been adopted.  We were so sad but also happy that he was going to have a home ... and still no D.J. 

Tuesday, October 27 ... our next scheduled visit to the pound and by then we both wanted a new kitty.  We immediately went to our little friends cage - it was empty.  All of a sudden Bob finds him in a different cage ... "What happened?" we asked the guy on duty.  "We were told on Saturday he had been adopted."  "Looks like they changed their mind," the clerk advised.  "I'll bet this is pretty much his last day (he had been there since the 20th)" I thought aloud.  Guy on duty: "Yep".  "We'll take him!!" we both said at once.