An amazing thing happened today. Breezy – my previously shy kitten – decided not to be shy with some potential adopters today, and got herself committed to be adopted along with her sister, Babs. (Breezy is the buff-colored one.)
Many people have applied for her, and some have come to meet her and she’s been cool and reserved, and made no connection with them. To be fair to her, at least one walked in and picked her right up, and who would love that?
The only thing that was different today was that a couple came, and Breezy walked right up to the husband, who had already fallen in love with her photo. Breezy stuck to him the whole visit, playing with his shoe laces and climbing on his outstretched legs. All her other visitors have been female…maybe Breezy is a daddy’s girl.
At any rate, they wanted sibling sisters, and they loved Babs as well, so they will take both of them once they are fixed, about 10 days from now. And that leaves one…my very sweet black male cat, Bertie. Sigh. Black male cats are often the last selected. Sigh again.
The good thing is that Bertie is fine with dogs, and there’s a local bookstore where we have our adoptable cats wandering around so folks can meet them (and apply for them.) The store has a resident dog as well, so cats have to be okay with the dog, but if Bertie isn’t selected by the time he’s ready to go, he’ll go to the bookstore. He’s sooooo friendly and outgoing, that I can’t imagine he won’t find a home among the bookstore patrons.
I understand that there are quite a few kittens in the queue waiting for foster spaces, so I don’t think there will be a whole lot of time between this group and the next. I just asked for a couple days to clean the room. Trying to so much as sweep the floor with five “helper” kittens assisting…let’s just call it a waste of time. Either that, or a comedy act.
Hannah goes to her home Sunday, and two of the kittens go to theirs on Tuesday am. The final three will get their surgeries and rabies shots 7/13, some recovery time, and then off to new lives. And I will clean up the room, and start all over again. The life of a foster mom.