Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Dad Brad sez:
Gary is doing very well. He is now best friends with his new brother. The older cat has not interacted with them much, but has shown no negativity. As I write this I have Gary sitting here watching and the other one on my knee. Take care and be assured that Gary is going to be King of his castle.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
One of those gray fuzzballs is Marvin - you know Marvin. The other is brother #2, Darryl. They do look very much alike except that Darryl has a little white ascot at his throat. You'll see it eventually. And Marvin has a little bit 'longer' face.
Gazing up at us from the middle, oblivious to the whirling going on around her, is Tulip. The third and final Woolsey sister. Three girls, two boys.
There's a little back story to this family. Suffice it to say that they're a bit puny - particularly Tulip and Sheila. But no worries, I'm up to the challenge! And they're already on their way to better health. I know that with dogged (catt-ed?) determination and moral support from all of you, the Woolsey babies will grow and blossom into the wonderlings they're meant to be. They're a special little bunch and I know you'll love them like I do.
Have a great weekend! I may post again before Monday, but if not I hope these little snippets will hold you over.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Gary had been neutered on Thursday, and (you won't believe this) no one had contacted me asking to adopt! It boggles the mind.
Actually, that's not entirely true. There were a couple of long distance admirers and trust me, I would have been very happy for him to move to Oregon, or even North Carolina! These families were head over heels and I think there was even some quasi-serious plotting going on from the other coast to figure out how to get him there.
So I posted his bio on the Humane Society website, and that's all it took. Requests galore! Things do work out the way they're supposed to.
I met with Brad and Krista at 10:30. They were on the lookout for a kitten companion for one that was joining their family that same day from a rescue group in Oregon. He's a few weeks older than Gary, and was being escorted by Brad's parents in their motorhome, complete with full tv and lap sleeping priveleges. He was to arrive that evening and they had hoped to have his new brother there to greet him.
Although I'd included a link to the blog on the HS post, Brad and Krista had been unable to view the videos, and really had no idea what a fan club Gary had amassed! (I think they were a little surprised at all the fuss he generated at the shelter.)
But of course, they loved him. He was a little less animated during their visit than what we're used to, but he and Lilo had had a very busy morning and the boy was tuckered out. (I figure by now, his new mama and papa have a good idea just what they signed up for.)
So our boy has a brother the same age, an older laid back kitty, and cat-loving, feral trap/neuter/return-ing, indoor-only-kitty-ing parents who I hope to hear from very soon. I know they've had a busy weekend what with the new kittens and parents visiting. But I made it clear that there would be scads of folks clamoring for updates. The pressure is on!
I hope they don't mind him sticking his nose up their noses in the morning. *Wistful sigh..*
Just as his paperwork was completed and Traci and I were saying our goodbyes to "Gary So Very", my 11:00 appointment arrived to meet Lilo. Jessica was so excited and had brought someone along with her. LUCY!! Yep! Lucy's mom wanted to meet Lilo! She'd decided that her girl could use a companion and preferred one a bit older. How perfect is that?!
So Gary and Lucy got to see each other again. They popped their heads out of their respective crates right there in the lobby and curiously sniffed noses. I think given another few minutes they'd have picked right up where they left off. Like here for instance.
There were a whole lot of feelings going on for me. Gary was leaving, and Lucy was back and more beautiful than ever. It's probably a good thing they overlapped like that. I didn't have time to focus on Gary being gone. Now it was Lilo's turn!
And turn it on she did! Again, she was a bit of a celebrity. She'd spent so much time at the shelter before coming home with me that a number of people were excited to see her. Thinking it likely that she would be adopted that day, I had brought her in the Thursday prior to surprise the vet staff that had cared for her for so long. They don't work Saturdays and it would be the last chance for them to see her.
I was working at the shelter that day and had dashed home on my lunch hour, scooped up Lilo and brought her back with me. Dr. Robbins was sitting at her computer, hurriedly entering information on whatever animal she had last seen (that woman is always so busy) and I asked, "Would you have time to look at another cat?"
She quickly looked up, glanced into the crate, and broke into a huge grin! Lilo! We closed the doors and let her out of the crate to poke around her old stomping grounds for a while. She was so much more relaxed than she had been when I brought her home. Alas, she'd also 'filled out' a tad, which wasn't part of the plan. (Oops.) But the doc and her tech Lori were so glad to see her and to hear that she would most likely have a permanent home very soon. After all, how could Jessica want her without having met her and then change her mind once she had? Not possible.
We also had to track down Cecily, the adoption counselor. Another big Lilo fan. She'd said more than once if she didn't already have her quota that Lilo would have gone home with her in a New York minute.
But back to Saturday. Lucy and Lilo's reunion went about like I'd expected. They were a little unsure at first - "Do I know you?" "I don't know, do I know you??" Sniff a little, hiss a little, ignore a little, all the while being very curious without wanting to let on. You know, cat stuff.
They were fabulous friends while they were both here. Remember this? I would be very surprised if they weren't back to their old ways soon after arriving home.
Yes, they are life-long sisters now. Good grief, I couldn't have wished for a better outcome for Lilo. In truth, I had intended to keep her for as long as I had Gary, but hadn't thought much past that. I did know that I didn't want her to go back to the shelter. As nice as everyone was to her, she'd done her time. She needed a home.
And so she has one. With Lucy. Here's a last look at our two most recent graduates while they were still here.
Live long and well, little ones. I'll surely miss you. And couldn't be happier.
I have a few more videos of Gary as well that I'll save for a lazy/slow news day.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
In the meantime, there are some newbies here that had a much needed spa day today. Last name Woolsey; first name, she hasn't told me yet..
If that doesn't get you to come back I don't know what will.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Despite of several tests in varying forms, the cause of her "issue" was never definitively diagnosed. There are some possibilities that will be passed on to her adopter when that day comes.
I have been so happy to have her here while her little system resolved itself. She is not only the beauty that is clearly obvious, but one of the most loving, social, sweet tempered kitties ever. Ever!
While my initial intention was simply to give her some time away from the shelter and some play time with the residents here, I have reason to believe that she won't have to go back there at all.
Please cross all your digits for us! Lilo just might get very lucky.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
And it was only yesterday that I saw her assume the position for the first time since that fateful holiday outing.
Oh Franny! You do my heart good.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Which brings us to today's..
Public Service Announcement
As ridiculously cute as Gary's antics are, I must advise against letting your pets play with these bags without supervision. Minnie and I learned the hard way.
A while back, she'd had a troublesome gagging spell for a few days. We went to see Dr. Warren who examined her, took x-rays, and found nothing definitively amiss. I kept an eye on her and lo and behold she eventually hacked up the culprit:
Since then I've been hyper-vigilant about putting these bags away, and always make certain to pull off those dreaded 'hanging chads'. Thank goodness we're all becoming more aware of the many reasons why we shouldn't use these darn bags in the first place.
That said, I could take videos of this boy all day long!! Egad, he's cute.
Oh, and just one more thing. Did you see the comment from Lucy's mom in the previous post? I think it bears repeating:
That's exactly what she was doing with my shower curtain a few minutes ago.
That was after she woke me up at 6:30, bearing her pipecleaner toy. After she determined that I wasn't going to play with her, she must have thought the toy was the problem, because she dropped it on the bed and dashed off, to return bearing a crinkly ball. When that didn't work, she came back with her toy mouse. At that point I managed to fall back asleep, but when I woke up again, I had 12 toys piled on me.
She's a very persistent little kitty. :-)
Thanks, Jessica! The mental image is priceless.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Yes, she's relocated her ridiculously charming self a bit north to Mercer Island. Gary and I miss her happy playfulness and thundering hooves, but he's recruiting Lilo to be his new best friend, and I'm content to focus just a bit more attention on my own dear kitties. They're so good for not simply tolerating the endless stream of intruders, but also for helping them learn how to be proper kitties.
Lucy moved to her new home on Saturday, and by Sunday I had the following report:
Just wanted to let you know that Lucy's doing great. Used the litter box with no issues, slept like an angel (the way she was tearing around before bedtime I thought she'd keep me up all night, but she cuddled up next to me and fell asleep right away). She's a little charmer. :-)
And now, a few days later this:
Lucy is doing great. She's very sweet about letting me sleep at night, which I appreciate a lot. She's eating her dry food, using the litterbox like a champ, and charming the socks off everyone she meets.
The vet told me female orange tabbies are actually rather rare. He and the assistant both love orange tabbies and tell me they have more personality than other colors (my previous kitties were black and tuxedo-patterned, but I have to say she's got more personality than anyone except the tuxedo cat), and she won them both over in about six seconds, so I think I can assume she'll continue to have loving medical care.
She has been stacking her toys in my kitchen. Not sure what's up with that, but it's hilarious, as she's very focused. She also likes to get outside my apartment whenever possible. I wasn't too worried -- it's an apartment complex, so she won't find her way outside -- but last time she got out, she ran straight into the elevator and sat down like she was planning to go shopping or something. Luckily there was a couple in there that hit the button to hold the door open while I came and got her! I've been taking her into the hallway to show her there's nothing exciting about it.
She's extremely affectionate ``P^)_UI <-- and she likes to run across my keyboard.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know she's doing great. :-)
Thank you so much, Jessica. Life is extremely good.