Zelda the Cat: Beginnings

Zelda was born in early 2011. Her first owner was a young girl, in her early twenties, a lot like myself. Zelda had a kitty sister named Chloe, who was also surrendered to The Cat House. Zelda came to the shelter with Chloe because their owner's new boyfriend was "allergic". Screw that asshole.

Anyway, my name is Marlana. I am a volunteer at The Cat House every Tuesday afternoon. I clean, feed, and socialize with cats for three hours. My room is Room 5 and "The Vet Room". In those two rooms, there are an ever-changing parade of cats. One Tuesday, there was an empty room. "Zelda and Chloe" the nameplate said. I immediatly had to go find out if Zelda was a male or female (Link is the main character. Zelda is the princess. People piss me off.), but luckily, she was a she. She and her sister were at the vet getting a check up before they could go up for adoption. I thought nothing of it, since my roommate thought he was allergic to cats, so there was no chance. (We later tested this, and found out that he had outgrown it. YES.)

The next few weeks were weird. I fell in love with that stupid cat. She reminded me of my old cat, Booraye, who passed away a few days before my birthday in 2012. Zelda was small, and liked to play, but also loved to cuddle. I waited a few weeks, but she was always there, every Tuesday, meowing and being adorable. I texted the "allergic" roommate, and told him she was perfect. It took an extensive "Cat Agreement" and a bit of convincing (also, stress crying on my part, but he doesn't know that), and he finally told me to go ahead with the paperwork.

At this point in the story, I realize I should explain my living situation. I live in a two story loft apartment in Lincoln. Cats are allowed. I live in the downstairs bedroom with my boyfriend, Shawn, and my friend John lives upstairs. John and I have been friends for years, and I'm pretty sure Shawn considers him his best friend. Now, John wasn't really into the whole cat thing. He likes his things cat hair free, and he doesn't want kitty claws busting his water bed. Part of the Cat Agreement is training Zelda to not venture upstairs.

So, three weeks have gone by. I got a call on Sunday (well, a voicemail) saying we needed to arrange me bringing her home. I tried calling back and sending emails, to no avail. So, hopefully, when I leave volunteer hours at 6 pm tonight, I will be toting a little tabby cat named Zelda home in her new dragon collar.