Alexa smiled and methodically moved from one display cage to the next with Cooper, our three-year-old son, hoisted in her arm. The energetic, rambunctious toddler was in quite a happy mood this afternoon, his little eyes surveying everything, as we paid a visit to _Hopalong Animal Rescue._ After several weeks of hesitation on our part, we'd finally decided that it was time to add to the family by adopting a new cat or kitten at the local county animal shelter.
"Look at this one, baby," Alexa said to Cooper, motioning toward the sleeping feline in its cage. "What do you think? Do you like him?" When Cooper nodded his head, Alexa glanced at the corresponding information chart and read out loud, "Coco. Shy and quiet. Will warm up. Prefers a cat savvy home." She took a moment to visually inspect the animal. "He's pretty. But we don't want a shy kitty, do we? We want a social and outgoing one who'll want to play with you and your little sister." Alexa pouted dejectedly, deciding that this one had to be passed over. "It'd probably take Coco a long time to warm up to us. Look at him. He's hiding back there by his litter box."
In the next cage, the cat appeared to have an injured eye. Unfortunately, unhealthy animals like this were a common sight at the humane society, which is why I could never bring myself to volunteer here when I was younger. "Trigger. Wart on face. Needs eye drops." Cooper quickly averted his gaze, uncomfortable, but Alexa moved in for a closer look. "Hi there! Oh, what happened to your eye? Who would hurt you?" She reviewed the chart. "Loves affection and rubbing all over you." Thus, Alexa's loving heart melted. She must've figured just as quickly, however, that Cooper would never approve. "I hope someone adopts you, cutie pie. I wish we could do it ourselves, but Cooper doesn't like looking at that little boo-boo. Oh, I'm so sorry, sweet thing." Alexa turned toward me and frowned. "Can we just adopt all the cats? I want to take every single one of them home with us!"