In the immortal words of The Boss (Springsteen in this case, not Jonathan), nothing matters in the whole wide world when you’re in love with a Jersey girl.
Nothing - not even a five hour round trip.
First, I owe a certain Jersey girl an apology. When I wrote not long ago about the Jersey Four, I left out the one female member of our Cape May contingent. This is no reflection on her. Nor did those Jersey boys request that I omit their sister in travel. No, the sole reason for Miss Pirate’s absence from The Jersey Four is the fact that I am a Big Giant Dork®. So, my deepest apologies to the sable sweetie who owns this post.
Now, it’s not Okinawa, but it’s a long way (by Jersey standards, anyhow) from Ringoes to Cape May - 2 hours, 33 minutes, if Google Maps can be trusted. We don’t get many adopters from that southern nubbin of the Garden State.
But there aren’t many adopters like MrsMissPirate (MMP).
MMP first fell in love with her Jersey girl down the shore - all the way down, in Cape May, where New Jersey dangles its toes into the Delaware Bay. With sweetness to rival any Italian ice and classic East Coast beauty, Miss Pirate had it all - well, all except her left eye. But that’s just details.
Utterly smitten, MMP was ready to sign on the dotted line and make Miss Pirate her own.
Alas, hijinks were about to ensue.
Blame it on the goofiness that hits the shore each spring, but no sooner was she eyed for adoption than Miss Pirate was bound for glory Tabby’s Place. When MMP returned to the Cape May shelter for her one-eyed wonder, it was too late: the shelter staff told her that Miss Pirate was already headed to Ringoes.
Some folks might have taken this as a sign that it wasn’t meant to be. After all, there are plenty of cats who need love in every neighborhood. Why trek all the way to the glittering metropolis of Ringoes for just one cat?
Why? Because Miss Pirate is not just any cat.
Bound and determined to bring her Jersey girl home, MMP made the call, filled out the application, and brought Miss Pirate back to the shore before we could say “yo ho ho and a bottle of sodee pop.”
Five hours in the car? Pshaw. Nothing matters in the whole wide world when you’re in love with a Jersey girl. Biggest congrats to Miss Pirate and MrsMissPirate on this meant-to-be love connection.
PS: The Jersey Boys aren’t yielding the spotlight completely. I have big news on those four characters - stay tuned. 
Tags: cape may cats, miss pirate
Awwwww. It’s love! Congratulations Miss Pirate and Mrs Miss Pirate!!!
When I first met my dog Jake there was NOTHING that could stop me from adopting him. Not a 5 hour car drive, not a 20 hour car drive. The truth is I didn’t know him for more than 10 minutes before I had to leave the shelter without him the day we met. He had just arrived, wasn’t avilable for adoption and had health issues they hadn’t gotten a handle on yet. No matter I said I’d call everyday and be at the door waiting on the day he was available and I was, and he was soon my family member. It’s true nothing matters when you’re in love. BTW, Jake lived a wonderful 6 years with our family before he died in 2009.
Welcome back Angela!
What a wonderful lady this adopter must be!!
Good luck to Miss Pirate in her new home!
That just goes to show you: when you KNOW, you KNOW
All happiness and blessing to Miss Pirate and MMP!!!
Angela,no offense, but you are a Big, Giant Dork (your words, not mine) who made a Big, Giant (and yet totally unintended) Oops in neglecting the one female in the group. One other thing, is it just me or do all the cats named Pirate who come through the Tabby’s Place doors have something wrong with their vision?
Ahhhhh……yet another satisfying happy ending! Congrats to Miss Pirate and MrsMissPirate. A long, love-filled life to you both!!
Amen! I don’t think I got the chance to meet her, hopefully MMP will share some stories and pictures with us.
What a lovely story! Enjoy the beach and your new home, pretty Miss Pirate. Something tells me both you and your new Mom lucked out!
To Miss Pirate and her mom, many happy and love filled years. It is obvious that love and caring don’t care about mileage.