The past few years, I’ve had constant dreams about a silver male tabby named “Max” (bc I’m a crazy cat person, I dream about cats, so sue me). Over and over again, “Max” would show up in my dreams, to the point where I became obsessed with finding a real-life “Max” to add to our family. When we contemplated moving, the search for Max was put on hold until some time in the future, when we would have our own house, and when we could have as many pets as we wanted.
Since moving to the East Coast, and adjusting to life out here, I haven’t thought much of “Max” — we had our hands full with Sabine and Pandora. After Sabine passed away, I thought I’d never want another kitty again.
Last Saturday, feeling lonely and sad, I decided to walk through the nearby Petsmart for no real reason but to be around other animals, and aimlessly window shop. I had spent so much time at this particular store in the days leading up to Sabine’s passing, that it felt comforting to just be there, walking around.
Tucked away in the back corner of the store, I caught sight of a few cages with cats in them. A local shelter was sponsoring a pet adoption fair, and had brought about 10 cats with them. Curious, I walked to the cages, and poked around. The final cage I poked my finger into, was the cage of a silver tabby – domestic short hair/ocicat breed. His name was Mac.
