Camille Moroz & Audrey

GIRLS AND THEIR CATS

XJ8A7339aI grew up in a household without pets—three younger brothers were beastly enough. I was one of those awkward people who, when forced to interact with animals, mechanically patted their heads and recoiled at any sudden movement. So when my husband suggested we spend a Saturday afternoon visiting BARC shelter’s cat loft, I said, “Ok, but we’re not taking anyone home.” At BARC, we were encouraged to walk around and meet all the different kitties, and when a volunteer opened the door to Audrey’s cage—this tiny, scrawny six-pound animal jumped into my lap, curled up into a little cat donut, and fell asleep purring. I froze and said, “What do I do with it?” I had to be taught how to pet a cat. My husband declared, “She chose you. I guess we’re taking her home.” I’m 5’ small on a great day, so I suppose Audrey felt…

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