I am a dog person, or so I thought.....
We arrived at our vacation cabin in Tennessee in October and as I got out of the truck I heard "Meow". There sat a skinny but beautiful black cat, which was appropriate since it was just five days before Halloween. Of course my husband fed her and soon she was sleeping in his lap. We decided to take her to a vet to board her until we left to return to Virginia and found out she had a microchip. It wasn't registered to anyone but the vet knew which shelter she had been adopted from and was able to get the number for the person who had adopted her. They called her and left her a message that they had her cat but she never returned their call.
So, on Saturday morning we brought her home. It's taken the 3 of us awhile to get used to each other but I am so glad we adopted her. We named her Samhain, pronounced sah-wen, which is the Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest and the beginning of winter, October 31 and November 1. That was the date we decided we were keeping her. But we call her Peanut, which is the name my husband called her when we first met her.
She is a true rescue and if we hadn't found her when we did, she wouldn't have survived. We'll never know why or how she came to be at that cabin, but we believe it was meant for us to make her a part of our family. God truly works in mysterious ways.
VINTON, VA
