Sometimes it seems things just fall into place. Just when we were lamenting that we were so full we couldn’t take any more cats, homes began to open up.
First, our sweet fuzzybutt boy, Diamond, was adopted. His new family lives on a farm, and thay already have over 20 barncats (yes, all “fixed”), but he’s not going to be a farm cat. Oh, no, not him. He’s destined to be a spoiled lapcat. You see, he looks very much like their recently deceased kitty, and all it took was one look at him, and he was in. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he had these beautiful aquamarine eyes, dark points like one of his Siamese ancestors, and more than his share of weight. He was our little tank. Lucky for him, his new mom wants to cuddle just as much as he does. We were a bit worried about him, as he was quite the mam’s boy. He never wanted to venture very far from mom, unlike his fearless sister, who’s always up for an adventure!
Next, Priscilla moves into the largest mansion in town! The place is open for tours, and now she’ll be one of the attractions. What a difference from her days of running from dumpster to dumpster across the busy interstate…
In the midst of the garage sale a couple of weeks ago, I spoke with a lady who mentioned something about cats. As always, I asked “Want a kitty?” (I figure if I ask everyone, eventually someone will say yes.) She says she does, but it has to have long hair. Check. We have that. Then she says it has to be an older kitten. Check again. How does 10 months sound? Another stipulation is that she wants two, and they have to get along. Check number three. SuzyQ and Ralphie are littermates, and inseparable. I take her down to the cat room, and show her the pair I have in mind, and she falls in love. She’s currently moving into a new house, but plans to pick them up later this week!
Wendy’s husband had open-heart surgery last week, and her daughter (who’s an Air Force nurse) flew up here from San Antonio to help out. While she was here, she mentioned needing to have some trousers altered. Wendy takes her to see Mrs. Whipple (nothing to do with tissue!). In the course of conversation, she tells Wendy that she lost both her cats. She’s ready for another. Fast forward a day or so, and she sees our two calico girls. She wants them both! Sadly, one of them doesn’t work out. Cupcake is too freaked out by the move and has to come home…which is okay with us. When the right home comes along, it’ll work. Still, she wants a second cat to keep company with Ursula. We’ll have to see which one she chooses…
