It’s been two years today now since I drove 2.5 hours in a bit of foggy, rainy inclement weather to get Phillip.

And then spent another hour or so at the Animal Shelter waiting to see him and then to get him processed so he could leave with me on his way to his furever home.

He “cried a lot” on the way back home.

Phillip had lived all of his six years in a home with two children who had grown to teenagers, and their mother. The mother was no longer able to care for him (she was not well) so she had put him up for adoption at the Shelter.

I like to think we’ve been a “match made in heaven”, but I know that’s not quite true. We have had some get used to each other issues.

A lot of those have been associated with the blending with the four brothers and one sister, Shelter kitties as well, I also managed to bring home over the last two years.

Phillip does like to sleep in bed with me at night. He also loves to sleep on my lap and legs when I’m on the couch. So we’ve got some serious bonding going on.

Yours in lovin’ kitty adoptions,

, “The Boys”, and Hope

P.S. Christopher’s two-year Gotcha Day is fast coming up, too – the 26th!