You are either a cat person or a dog person or not.
I am NOT a not. I needed a cat.
It has been over two years since the Dude went away and I would find myself looking at the rescues. Watching Craig's List. But always saying to myself:
"I am a traveler. I should not have a cat so I can travel."
But I never went anywhere really.
Oh that first year, yes. I had a really amazing summer in a cool green place with some great dogs, and I met horses and history and I really liked it, but I was so broke, it was hard to breathe!
Then I stayed home a summer.
Well, I got talked into house sitting in October, which is about the time your hair is gone from pulling it all out if you live in Arizona for the summer, but it was worth it.
I went to visit my brother in Colorado a few times! I felt free and I could travel. Back home. To Colorado.
Cat people know they can leave a cat alone a few days. MAYBE four. If you get someone to be sure there is food, clean litter and water, you can have them come over and play with the kitten every other day and the cat usually is put out by their presence. They give people like me the illusion of being travelers. But like all other animal care situations, you end up worrying....
A few days before my birthday (those of you who followed the tales of the Dude, know I found him in a wall. He showed up the DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY many years ago... after I had thrown all of the pet supplies out from the passing of my last cat, Stinkerbell) a fellow artist posted the story of a baby she rescued from a highly trafficked street, stopping her car and literally holding up traffic. A few days later, she confided, she found a tiny lifeless body of a probable sibling nearby. THIS CAT WAS A REAL KITTY IN NEED!
MAJOR POINTS WERE:
- Timing. Those birthday things always get me...
- NOT a black cat. I had been having a terrible time NOT thinking every cat should be exactly like the Dude. I wanted the same personality, same attitude (which was actually not an optimal one for a cat, but we suited each other...)
- A kitten. (put that in the drawback file too. I am not a spring chicken and I expect my pets to live long lives... not necessarily OUT LIVE ME but we are right on a cusp) I could train him early to avoid bad habits. Like clawing furniture.... come to think of it, that was the ONLY redeeming quality I had created in the Dude.....
My rescuer was an apartment dweller with nasty no-pet policies or horrible damage deposits and I was already approved for pets in my place. (DO NOT THINK ABOUT THAT!!)
We shared posts on Facebook and posted this little triptych for a few days. I AM NOT READY. (When should I be ready??? hmmmm.... it is low key parenthood. Planning very rarely produces magically perfect children, it only helps avoid disasters really....) So I worked hard. Two or three posts a day.
My vet... an amazing soul, posted "CONGRATULATIONS." - talk about premature.... NOT MY CAT!!!
Another artist friend jumped in a day or so into it and said "I will take it!"
Yes, better this way.
Now it has a home. I will get them in touch, and that will be that!
Off to see the world.
But the adopter calls me and says "Can you keep it for a couple of weeks? I have guests in town. Not good timing."
My vet is already offering a quick look over to give it (I thought him, but the rescuer was unsure) a determination of gender and general health.
I had to explain that if I GOT A HOLD OF IT, it would never leave! So again, I tried to get it a foster home. HAHAHA!
The rescuer was going to try for a no-kill shelter, but heck, it is spring! The kittens are blooming like flowers and the intake and care and swamped facilities were a very bad idea, especially if SOMEONE would volunteer to run the health needs (EXPENSE) and neutering tab (EXPENSE) and we all are low on funds. I could not see putting one more burden on these amazing rescue people if I could find it a home........
Here is the photo of HIM in his first cat box, lined with aluminum foil in my shower.
From the start of the blog, you can tell my traveling days are going to be less.....