Thorn Chronicles

Bluebell started his life as Matthew, then was adopted by a family in California, given the name Bluebell and sometime later returned to his foster mom at the rescue center because the family had to move and couldn’t take him with them. The foster Mom liked her name better and so she decided to call him Matthew again.

If you watch the mini-series The 10th Kingdom I think you’ll see the origin of Blue’s name; A strange and funny male Troll named Bluebell. Bluebell is so much cuter than Matthew, and more appropriate for a cat that’s clearly some part Russian Blue.

We first saw Blue at the pet store in July the year we adopted him, we were in the middle of moving in with my Dad so I didn’t think it was the right time for a new pet. He was such a sweet cat, I didn’t feel too bad saying “No”, thinking he’d be adopted quickly. I did keep thinking about him, it had been obvious that being in the cage at the pet store upset him and I hoped he was happy with whomever had adopted him.

A few months later my son wandered into my room and started talking about Blue and asked if he were still available could we adopt him. I assured him Blue was probably in a new home, agreed that I wished we had adopted him too, and then went to the rescue’s website to see what other cats they had for adoption. Imagine my surprise, and dismay, when I saw Blue’s picture at the top of the page – I burst into tears. I was heartbroken to think of all those weekend’s he’d had to endure at the pet store when we had fallen in love with him.

The next morning Bluebell found a home. He has the fiercest face and pretends to have a serious attitude, underneath he is the silliest most loveable cat. He loves to take his favorite cat toy (a feather on plastic rod) and drag it around the house, up and down the stairs, on and off the bed – he doesn’t need you to touch it though, thank you. He adores chasing the red laser light even though he knows it’s coming from your hand and he likes to wrestle (if you promise not to notice he’s enjoying it).

Bluebell is my companion, the warm little body that curls up next to me to sleep at night, the purr and nudges that wake me in the morning, and the first one to notice if I start to cry (even before I do).

Ironically, Blue’s original family, the one who left him behind when they moved, were moving from the San Francisco Bay Area in California to Richmond, Virginia, the same move we made two years ago. Finding his adoption papers the day we were getting on the plane to move here to was quite the confirmation that we were heading to the right direction.