I went about my busy day, only to find myself stopping by a second time to see him. This time he was sound asleep and not nearly as outgoing as before. I asked a salesperson what it would take to adopt a cat. Not being the sort of person who gets a cat on impulse, never mind from a big-box pet supplies store, I called my vet. Surely they could talk me out of it. This veterinary practice has cared for seven of my pets, and seen me through four cremations. I asked the receptionist if I were interested in adopting a kitten who would the reputable shelters in the area be. The receptionist said he liked Purrfect Pals because they are a no-kill shelter, so a permanent home for a cat makes room for another. On my third trip to the big-box pet supplies store that day, I picked up the cat that we would name Schwartz.