We decided it was time to add a furry friend back into our family. I searched high and low and finally met this little kitty at a shelter in Littleton.
The boys were overjoyed when we announced we would be getting a cat – apparently they believed our cover story that we had been visiting shelters “just to visit the animals.” Jack started crying actual tears of joy. He has been wanting a new cat for years (geriatric Molly wasn’t the curious and friendly creature he had in mind). We showed them pictures of the cat I found and gave them the short list of name ideas we had come up with. Furious discussion with new suggestions ensued. Once the kitty came home we all decided that she fit the name we all liked: Nimbus. Like the stormy cloud, and also like the quidditch broom from Harry Potter.
Being a shelter cat, we don’t have a full background. They estimate her birth date as April 27, 2017, so she’s about a year old. She’s from the Bahamas. Apparently there have been a lot of programs shipping stray pets from the hurricane-battered countries to Colorado and other states where the adoption rates are higher. Her coloring leads us to think she’s of the “Russian Blue” variety, but surely not a purebred. Sam has declared “We have the best cat in the world!” I’m inclined to believe him. So far she is everything you could want in a cat. She’s bold, curious, gentle, playful, cuddly, patient, and a total purr machine.