Sometimes, if we’re lucky, love conks us over the head. Oftentimes it is elusive. And sometimes it sneaks up on us when we’re not looking.
Shadow came into my life for all the wrong reasons. I chose him sight unseen as a playmate for Kimmi (which of course didn’t work), and I adopted him with another, older male cat at the same time. (He was an orange tabby; how could I resist?) But the older cat actually tried to kill Kimmi (my vet said he was just being a cat, but it was much worse than a cat fight), so he had to be returned.
Even by himself, having Shadow was stressful. He didn’t like the littler box, preferring to make his messes in the bathtub. Since the box was right next to the tub, I tried filling the tub with water. That got him to use the box, but the tub leaked into my downstairs neighbor’s bathroom, and I had to pay to repair her ceiling. I would have returned Shadow, but I didn’t feel right doing so since I’d already returned the other guy.