Nugget the Cat photo

We Adopted A Nugget

I stayed away from the SPCA for 10 months, and a cat found me at Pet Smart (well, the non-profit cat foster program within the store).

My son looks at Scott while the 4-month-old kitten licks his face: I think he wants to be in our family.

Within 24 hours, I take it to Facebook because that’s one of two ways I make all my big decisions. The other way being this blog.

Facebook Get A Cat Status photo
I'm very susceptible to you people.

Within 48 hours, the adoption center tells me how she knows we are the best match for this cat. Flattery will get you everywhere with me.

Within 72 hours, he moved in.

Nugget the Cat photo
Hi y'all.

My daughter named him Nugget. Nugget Hamburger Iwashyna.

I’m a little concerned she’s planning to eat him.

Hungry Nugget the Cat photo
I'll eat you first.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

23 thoughts to “We Adopted A Nugget”

  1. Aww, how awesome! Glad you got the cat. PetSmart got me on a weak day six years ago (had just buried my late fiance that morning) and I spotted a little gray cat curled up in its litter box in the back of a cage, one gold eye watching me quietly. I read the card on the cage, which told her story of being found in a rough part of town at only 5 months old with one eye so badly damaged that it had to be removed. My little one-eyed Riley came home with me that night.

  2. Ahh! He is so cute. I love his name too. It reminds me of the name my son picked out for our cat…Lemon. Owen hasn’t eaten him yet so I think Nugget will be OK.

  3. I’m not anti cat. One of them is laying on me in bed as i poke out this comment on my phone and I’m NOT kicking him off. I love them. Just not when they want to go out in the middle of the night. And come in 5 minutes later. Damn you bedroom with a door to the backyard!

    1. I didn’t think YOU were anti-cat — I should’ve called it the one realistic cat response. Nugget woke us up with a bell at 1 a.m., Huckle followed suit at 4 a.m. and my kids filled out the middle. {sigh}

  4. They ARE trainable but not easily. Our orange cat generally walks in the front door and starts clawing up the big old chair nearby. He has shredded one side. After months of us yelling and picking him up and tossing him across the room, now he walks in and looks suspiciously over his shoulder at us and then sits down to think about it and finally walks away. I still love him but I sure wish he hadn’t shredded that chair. Maybe I could move it someplace else so he could make it balanced.
    Love you, love my kitty, Aunty Marge

  5. Oh lucky Nugget. (Even with the cumbersome, delicious last name.)

    I’m so jealous of all of you.
    My husband is allergic so we are cat-free.

    And therefore there’s a little hole in my life where a ball of cat fur should be.

    And I would name him Filet o’ Fish. Just because.

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