Pet shop

The pet shop: Coco

Janice Carmac

Her name is Coco and she came into my life on June 16th.

Still a kitten, she appears to be a Maine Coon mix. She has big feet, black and gray mackerel-patterned fur, a bushy tail, and a strong personality.

My black and white tuxedo cat, Ariel, passed away on August 31, 2021. My family was grieving, especially my 17-year-old daughter Noel, who spent much of her preschool years watching television while Ariel was dozing on her knees.

We adjusted to having a cat, a 5-year-old calico named Peanut. We developed a routine of many pets in the morning and then Peanut spent most of his days in bed on the couch. It was fun, easy.

But when my daughter Zoë came home for the summer, she’s a junior at NC State, we decided maybe we were ready for a new family member.

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One day, Zoë was having coffee at Bold Coffee in Asheboro – when she wasn’t working, she spent most of her summer having teas and coffees with friends – and she noticed pictures of kittens posted by a barista who would soon be available for adoption.

Zoë got the information from the barista and we went to her apartment and were greeted by several loose kittens.

We wanted a cat with short or medium hair and Coco met our requirements.

Peanut was not thrilled with Coco’s arrival and avoided coming into the house for a few weeks. We were surprised, I had imagined Peanut kissing Coco, grooming her, snuggling up during naps.

Coco wants to play with Peanut. Peanut just wants to be left alone.

They have found a kind of peace with each other although most mornings they fight for a few minutes. Later, he can be found sleeping several feet apart on Zoë’s bed.

Unlike Peanut, I love my little Coco. I love watching her play, holding her to my chest under my chin when she’s naughty, and watching her sleep on my lap. She is so happy to see me in the morning and makes a chirping sound that I have never heard a cat do before.

The staff at the local vet’s office called her feisty on several occasions – I heard a big commotion in the back when they had her vaccinated, and the vet warned me that when Coco grows up she will be running the house , that we must provide a safe place where Peanut can rest undisturbed. A technician observed that we should have named her Elvira.

Guess we should have expected a bold kitty featured on a bulletin board in a Bold cafe.