You can’t get them clean, and they’re adorable.”
“Yeah,” said the guy. “But if you want a kitten that isn’t cuddly all day long, you go from nursery to animal shelter to pet store every few months. This is more of a permanent arrangement.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to say it’s easy or something like that – but I’m sure people do it all the time.” And he walked away toward the elevator while everyone else stared at him in some combination of incredulity and horror.
It didn’t take long for me to choose my new cat: she was called Lady Maybelle after one of Sophie’s favorite songs from her childhood, because her fur was so shiny black with white tips on her ears and tail – just like an old-fashioned evening gown! She hardly ever moved from Sophie’s lap except when someone tried prying her off; she purred constantly, so loudly it could be heard even through closed doors (a fact which did nothing for anyone trying to sleep).