I thought since today is the one year anniversary of adopting my cat Biscuits, what better day to share his story and his cutest photos with you? If you follow me here and on my Instagram then you know I have a gorgeous black and white Persian cat named Mr. Biscuits. What you don’t know is his story and how he came into my life.
* Biscuits:“She’s mine.”
I’ll start back at the end of 2015, the crappiest year I’ve experienced thus far in my life. To end an otherwise terrible year, my beautiful cat Kamea died suddenly. I had just gotten back from a week long vacation in Maui (my Dad took me as a “sorry your life is falling apart trip”, for which I am super grateful) and I’ll spare you the details but I had to put her down. I got her as a gift from my ex mother-in-law but from a reputable breeder so it didn’t make sense to me how she could get sick so suddenly. She was healthy, only 7 years old and it came out of nowhere.
*Sayeh: “My pretty girl…sigh”
And the search begins…
*Biscuits:“How many pictures of me are you going to take!?”
I live alone so you can imagine after having a bad year then putting your cat down before Christmas, how sad and lonely your house can feel. No little pitter patter of fluffy feet running around or someone to greet you when you come home. I immediately started looking for another Persian kitten to help fill the space that she (and 2015) left in me. I looked at breeders online and Craigslist and none of it felt right to me. I kept getting bad feelings and a lot of breeders I spoke with sounded like the only thing they cared about is the money coming in for their “products.” I then stumbled upon a cat rescue in LA and decided to attend an adoption event to see how I liked the organization, people and the kitties they had.
*Biscuits: “The Christmas sweater Mom made me wear.”
Fast forward a couple of weeks and some Facebook stalking of the rescue and I saw him. From the first picture I saw of Biscuits, I just knew he was my cat. I wanted a kitten and the post said he was 2 years old but I really didn’t care. Something in me just knew I’d found the one. I applied/got approved, attended their next event and then his foster mom brought him over to make it official. I didn’t even meet him in person before adopting him, that’s how much I knew this little guy was meant for me.
*Biscuits: “My favorite place to be, my Mom’s lap!”
Sayeh, animal rescue volunteer?
About a week after adopting B, I asked if I could volunteer and help the rescue. I just knew I wanted to get involved with all the amazing things they were doing and help the organization that brought Biscuits into my life.
*Biscuits: “Seriously, all day, every day.”
I’ve always wanted to help with an animal cause but didn’t really know where to start other than with a random donation here and there to the ASPCA. I even tried volunteering at a shelter. Needless to say, my sensitive heart could not bear to see the horrors that exist in an animal shelter. Years later and I mean about 10 years after I tried that, I found my place with the rescue group I adopted Biscuits from. I help put on our adoption events twice a month, manage some internal documents as well as help with transport (from shelters, etc. to our fosters). I can honestly say that volunteering has truly changed my life. I’ve always felt a sense of purpose with my career but knowing, seeing and making a difference with animals has changed everything for me. I can’t explain how it makes me feel other than telling you that it feels amazing. Sure, we have hard moments like when one of our cats dies suddenly or we hear the horror stories of where the cat came from before we rescued them. Even with all the hard stuff, I don’t know why it took me this long to reach out and to volunteer.
*Biscuits: “I tolerate her dressing me up because she lets me stalk and cuddle her all day and night.”
As a bonus of feeling good and making a difference, I’ve met awesome friends and even booked some clients through the group. Volunteering introduced me to a whole circle of people, places, viewpoints and things I would not have otherwise known. I used to think that rescuing an animal meant you were rescuing a sick, old or severely abused animal so I never thought to do it before. Sure, sometimes they may have a health issue here or a sad backstory but it’s here and there. I am SO very happy I didn’t let me preconceived views deter me from adopting and can’t believe it’s already been a year!
*Biscuits: “I match the entire house and love it”
10 things about Biscuits
Now you know the story of how I adopted my baby boy, you should also know some little tidbits about him.
- He came from a hoarder house, 130 Persian cats along with some dogs.
- He is extremely extroverted and loves meeting new people (unlike most cats).
- He is obsessed with me and follows me EVERYwhere. and I mean everywhere, I can’t even shower alone!
- He’s not a big meower and only speaks to respond to questions I ask him (seriously) or to let me know it’s time for me to stop working and to start playing.
- He loves to play fetch (not joking!).
- He LOVES dogs and has tried on many occasions to become besties with my friends’ dogs that come over.
- He bit a shelter worker and had to get quarantined and then was “rescue only” meaning no one could adopt him except for a rescue group. When I heard this, I loved him even more, of course my cat would have a bit of sass.
- His fur doesn’t get knots or tangles for some reason even though he is super fluffy. I like to think he has a special magical fur haha.
- He will let me dress him up and wears sweaters around the house. He doesn’t love it but he will tolerate it until I take the sweater off him LOL.
- He LOVES his Auntie Julie (my best friend of 20 years) and will follow her all over the house when she’s here.
*Biscuits: “My Mom saved my life and in some ways, I’ve saved hers.”
That pretty much sums up the story of adopting Mr. Biscuits and getting involved with volunteering for a rescue group. This is one of those times I can say that something sad and tragic happening had a silver lining.