So, the shelter from which I adopted good old Pickles the Drummer automatically signed me up for e-mail coupons and stuff from a company they partner with called ShelterCare Pet Insurance. I don’t usually see the photos in the e-mails when I look at them on my phone, and I hadn’t realized that they were sending me a picture of Pickles from her time at the shelter in each one. When I first went searching for a cat to adopt, I checked out one of my city’s pet adoption websites, and they had this hilarious photo of Pickles on the site:

It was around the 4th of July, hence all the patriotic decor. When she came into the shelter, for some reason, they thought she was a boy and gave her the name “Paul Revere.” I had been looking for a boy cat, and though I looked at other kitties when I went to the shelter and loved them all, I liked “Paul” the best.
Somehow, nobody realized “Paul” was a girl until they took her to get neutered–and she actually needed spaying. They called me the day I was supposed to pick her up said, “So, it turns out that “Paul” is actually “Paula.” Do you still want her?” Of course I did! But getting that picture in the e-mail reminded me of that story, and I had to share. :3 Sometimes I still tease her by calling her “Paul Revere.” She does run around the house alerting everyone of her presence, after all!














yay for black kitties! I wish more black cats could find homes. I love the name Pickles :-)