It was that time of year: Burning Man. When everyone asks me to take care of their pets while they scamper in the desert. Six years ago I realized, while feeding another kitty, that there was an empty hole in my life that needed to be filled.
After a discussion, my husband Brian & I went down to the SF SPCA. I have always adored tabbies, & I held a listless but beautiful kitten & I knew as they say. I actually cried on the way out the door. Although Mia — now Mia Mermaid — had visible ribs (partly due to the stress of being in a shelter) she rebounded amazingly fast. And turned into a chow hound.
She is a character… not the demure & sickly kitty I met. She is strong, powerful — and full of salt & vinegar! The love I have for her is so powerful, it defies definition. She opened my eyes to the plight of all cats. We have 2 cats now, & live in our own peaceful kingdom. Brian & I always say we never had a home… until Mia Mermaid came into our life.