Meet Wilson
(as seen on your hot sauce bottle)
Wilson's Story
As told by Derek's wife, Alexa
It was an early morning in May, 2011 in Lafayette, CO. I was pulling into the coffee shop parking lot where I worked to open the store for the day. As I walked up to the door, I noticed there was a box sitting in front of the door. This wasn't unusual because we often got deliveries and that's what I thought it was. As I got closer, I saw someone had written on top of the box, "Six weeks old. Have no money to take to shelter." I looked inside and there were all of these eyes peering up at me. It was a litter of kittens. My heart just about melted at that point.
Throughout the day, kittens were adopted out of that coffee shop. My plan was to take any that didn't get adopted to the shelter after work. There were two kittens left that day: Wilson and his brother. I brought them home and I decided to bring them to my parents because they said they were interested in adopting one of them. The morning that I left to drive to Canon City, I put Wilson and his brother into a box to transport them. As I was walking out the door, his brother nearly escaped into the early morning darkness. He was a wild little thing. My parents ended up adopting him and naming him Broder because this word means "brother" and he and Wilson were brothers.
This is how Wilson and I ended up together. Wilson finally had a home, too. He has his very own personality. He loves to cuddle (when he's in the mood); he loves to take naps and explore; but, above all, he LOVES to eat. He eats nearly everything! He's a wonderful taste tester in the kitchen. Wilson teaches me a lot about how to live in the moment and how to love unconditionally.
Throughout the day, kittens were adopted out of that coffee shop. My plan was to take any that didn't get adopted to the shelter after work. There were two kittens left that day: Wilson and his brother. I brought them home and I decided to bring them to my parents because they said they were interested in adopting one of them. The morning that I left to drive to Canon City, I put Wilson and his brother into a box to transport them. As I was walking out the door, his brother nearly escaped into the early morning darkness. He was a wild little thing. My parents ended up adopting him and naming him Broder because this word means "brother" and he and Wilson were brothers.
This is how Wilson and I ended up together. Wilson finally had a home, too. He has his very own personality. He loves to cuddle (when he's in the mood); he loves to take naps and explore; but, above all, he LOVES to eat. He eats nearly everything! He's a wonderful taste tester in the kitchen. Wilson teaches me a lot about how to live in the moment and how to love unconditionally.
