Okay, here’s my sharing about adopting a Russian Blue cat:
So, I started thinking about getting a cat, and not just any cat. I really wanted a Russian Blue. You know, those cats with the pretty silver-blue fur and those striking green eyes. I did some digging online to figure out where I could find one of these beauties near me.
First, I checked out the local animal shelters and rescue places. I called around, asked if they had any Russian Blues or maybe mixes. Sometimes you get lucky, and they have purebreds, but it’s not super common. I visited a couple of shelters, talked to the staff, and looked at the cats they had. No Russian Blues at that time, but I left my contact info just in case.
- Called local animal shelters and rescue places.
- Visited several shelters and looked at available cats.
- Left contact information in case a Russian Blue arrived.
Next, I started looking into breeders. I found some online that were supposedly near me. It’s a bit tricky because you want to make sure they’re legit, you know? So I read a bunch of reviews, asked around for recommendations, things like that. I found one breeder that seemed okay, so I contacted them. They had some kittens, but they were already reserved. Classic, right?
Looking for Breeders
I decided to expand my search a bit. Checked online forums and social media groups for cat lovers. People often post about available kittens or cats for adoption. I even saw some posts from people who were looking to rehome their Russian Blues for personal reasons. I reached out to a few of them, asked about the cat’s personality, health, all that stuff.
Finally, after weeks of searching, I found someone who was rehoming their adult Russian Blue. We chatted for a while, and I asked a million questions. I went to meet the cat, spent some time with him, and it just felt right. He was a bit shy at first, which is typical for the breed, but super sweet once he warmed up. So, I filled out the adoption papers, paid the fee, and brought him home.
It took some time for him to settle in, but now he’s the king of the house. He follows me around, loves to play, and cuddles up on the couch with me at night. It was a bit of a journey to find him, but totally worth it. I named him “Ash”, and I really love him.
