Monday, November 30, 2009
CHAPTER I: Roger and Laura, the dear people who adopted Billy the Kitten (nee Hiram Fairchild), and DarbyPeabody, stopped by to give me a big bag of cat food (the really good stuff!) that their kitties had decided was no longer quite good enough. They also brought sproing-y toys and a homemade catnip mouse for my residents, young and old. All five kittens were still here and I warned Laura that I'd be checking her pockets for kittens when she left . .
It seems she'd never had and always wanted a gray kitty. In fact, she'd asked me some time ago to give her first dibs if one should happen my way. And there was Andrew, with all his charm and all his toes. Boy, did he work it! He laid on his back in her arms - and then Roger's - and I knew. They said they'd sleep on it. Right.
Lenny made no effort to suppress his high-spirited personality during their visit. The boy is a maniac. A cuddly, food grabbing, flying-through-the-air maniac. When Laura contacted me the next day to tell me they'd decided to bring Andrew home (duh!), lo and behold, they wanted Lenny too!!
And does this look at all familiar?? How funny!! Cool Hands Luke (yep!) was so pleased to find the same type of heat register to climb up and down and warm his belly. I love this.
Laura tells me that the boys are all doing just fine. I believe it was day two when she reported they were dashing about the house, Lenny in the lead, Darby close behind, Luke doing his best to keep up and Billy bringing up the rear trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I love the mental picture.
Thanks you two, for being the loving cat people that you are. And for making two very generous donations to the food bank at the shelter AND for the homemade cookies on adoption day! I hear tell that Roger has designed a new kitty perch with adequate space for all to have the best view from the window. And Lenny has mastered the kitty door leading to the screened porch - at full speed, of course.
CHAPTER 2: My friend Mary, co-volunteer and most dedicated animal lover, referred a co-worker who along with her fiance was looking for a pair of kittens. Carrie had lost her dear boy Mr. Furries Mousa Cat about a year ago at the age of 16, and she and Jon were ready to bring new kittens into their lives. She'd been watching the blog for a while, and thought perhaps two of the Waverlys would be just the ticket.
Since I was meeting Roger and Laura at the shelter the following Saturday to complete their adoption (it's my volunteer day), I asked Carrie if they'd like to meet me there as well. I'd bring the whole crew with me and they could meet the three remaining Waverlys. We could all decide if their new kittens were among them.
Their timing was perfect. I was just finishing up with smooches for Andrew and Lenny, and hugs for their new mama and papa when Carrie and Jon arrived. I knew right away that they were good people. You know how you can just tell?
I showed them to a visitation room, delivered Bennett, Justine and Delores to work their magic, and left them to visit a while. I wish I could capture in words the joy on their faces. I was having the best day ever!
Well, need I say more? They soon realized that they didn't want a pair of kittens after all. What they really wanted was all three! Honestly, I squealed with joy! I know I've said it over and over, but I'm constantly amazed by the quality of the adopters that find their way to these kittens I love so much. Halleluiah!!
So there were more kisses for kittens and hugs for new parents. Off they went, happily ever after.
Carrie and Jon, you didn't mention if you've set a date for your wedding, but I wish you all the best with your new lives and new little family. I can't thank you enough for loving the babies.
No photos yet from the new home, so here's a little reminder of just how wonderful they are.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
And a very special thanks to our adopters. The best of the best, you are. I am deeply grateful.
~Sue, Tiny Man, Rosie, Minnie, Frances and Iris (Oh, and the Taylors . . surprise!)
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sure enough, by noon that day, every one of my babies had been adopted. Every one!
It was a gloriously happy feeling, but at the same time a bit unsettling. Just the night before, all five of them were sleeping under the covers with me - along with rotating members of the big cat community. When I was slowly coming to life that morning, three little faces popped out to greet me, one on top of the other. Pop! Pop! Pop! Good morning, babies! Really, it doesn't get much better than that.
I'll update more later, but until then let's do a little review, shall we?
Lenny. Dear, sweet, wild man, Lenny. What a joy it was to have him for a while. A constant source of love and entertainment.
Beautful Justine. I always thought she had an exotic look about her. Something in the eyes, I think. Always the biggest of the littermates, always purring. Just charming.
And Andrew. Sigh . . His face really says it all.
Mr. Bennett Benny Man. This guy would start to purr when he thought you were thinking about picking him up. Of course, I was always thinking of just that. The pinkness in his eyes is some conjunctivitis that he was treated for. All better now.
And finally. Delores. Dee-Dee. From special beginnings straight to the heart of all who met her. Soft like a bunny, delicate and petite. None other quite like this one.