After vaguely wishing for a cat for some time now, I decided this evening to get one. By the time I reached this decision, it was 15 minutes until the shops shut and there wasn't time to get to the pet shop to pick a kitten - well there probably was but I was a few beers in and thought I'd wait for tomorrow. I decided to be *really* sensible and go to the SPCA and pick a cat and bring him or her home on Saturday.
But, just like you can't help who you fall in love with, you also can't help which cat decides they want you. Somewhere in my evening, a cat picked me. She was destined for the SPCA drop-off tomorrow, but her path crossed mine and so I said I'd take her. The clincher in this whole deal is she already had a name.