Our office is located a half a block from the San Francisco SPCA 
(Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals). One day, I had an inclination on my way back from lunch to pop into the SPCA and look at the kittens. I don’t know why I decided to go in that day, but I’m glad I did. There she was, my little sweet black kitten waiting for me. I didn’t have any pet supplies or food, so I went back to work thinking that I would go back in a few days and get her once I was more prepared. When I got back to the office, I told Jennifer about the kitten and she told me to go back immediately because if I waited, she might be gone. So I did. I named her Jenga, which comes from the Swahili verb "to build". I was told that she came from a farm, which I thought was perfect, since I was raised on a farm, too.
Six months later, Michelle wanted to get a cat. I had that familiar feeling that day, and I thought she would find her perfect kitty. And she did, a little guy named Sox, a sweet, timid medium hair white and black kitten.
Nine months later, Deborah wanted to get a cat. One day, I had that same strange feeling that she would find her cat that same very day. She went to the SPCA and well, what can I tell you…she found her kitty, Ahola, a sweet gray hair cat.
It is nice to know we are supporting a local shelter and thanks to DMA's close proximity to the SF SPCA, we have our great cats. I am just wondering if in a few more months, will Tyler be the next SPCA visitor? I guess I will be the one to know.