Jules
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
By: Andrea Giesbrecht

I have wanted a cat for years.

I grew up with one, a big, intelligent tom who chased my ankles and begged for attention and purred and slept on my legs. But that was awhile ago, and for some years, my circumstances didn't allow for cats.
But circumstances change, and last January I went to PetSmart, since the cats they had for adoption were from the Nebraska Humane Society. There, an employee introduced me to a gorgeous little ball of silver-gray fur who stole my heart within seconds. He had been a stray, they said and was a mere 14 weeks old. They called him Peyton, but he didn't seem like a Peyton to me. Once I took him home, I named him Jules.
Jules is growing fast. He sleeps on my desk and climbs shelves that I built for him. He's very intelligent and learns fast. He likes to be cuddled, which I didn't even know was possible in cats. He chases my ankles and begs for attention and purrs like a tractor and, every once in awhile, sleeps on my legs. What more could I want?
Jules is probably thankful that he's growing up healthy, well-fed, and loved. I'm thankful that I've got such a great cat, one I hope to spend many years with.