Meet a Fellow Vain Brigand
So after years of wanting a cat, but it never being the right time, or the right place, or short on money, today I finally took the plunge. After doing my research at the San Francisco SPCA’s website, I came prepared with money and paperwork to their location at 16th and Bryant. Luckily, I just happened to have run into an old friend earlier in the day who sent ahead a note of recommendation to one of the staff — but I imagine I would have been well taken care of, regardless.
After a whirlwind tour of cute cat possibilities, one caught my eye — and also happened to be a staff favorite. Brought to San Francisco from a shelter in Yolo County, this dude was the object of many a crush among the SPCA staff and volunteers. Granted, I had the name picked out long before I arrived — Flashy, short for Flashman — but I think it fits. After all, he’s already a heartbreaker, he’s survived a brush with calamity only to turn up in a sybarite’s garden, and just try to resist those whiskers.
After getting him home and getting him settled in the quiet confinement of the bathroom, he made himself comfortable pretty quickly. And while I intend to lavish him with every luxury a gent of such tastes and sensibilities deserves, including the finest in compostable litter, treats made from line-caught Pacific salmon, and the most potent catnip money can buy, that doesn’t mean he can expect to free ride. I mean, what’s the point of having a cat if you can’t feature them in overwrought cat videos on the internet?