a different kind of update
Ali's recent mentions of being a sucker for strays reminded me i should give you all and update on a certain Raggedy Cat (and subsequent entries with pictures) who showed up on my doorstep nearly a year ago.
finally dubbed Rory, and discovered to be the sweetest, most unflappable creature under the sun, he fit right into my already cat-crowded house. in February, the VSA let me know his chance for adoption at Petco had rolled around, yet before i even brought him in, my parents went down and payed the adoption fee and filed in the paperwork. they did it because they thought he was sweet, and working well in my house. and while he was, i was going stark raving bonkers with 5 cats (and subsequent cat boxes) in the house, and really wanted him to find his true retirement home. certainly living with 4 juvenile delinquents was not what he deserved. i pointed out to mom and dad he was now theirs, and when would they like him delivered?
as expected, old man Rory settled right into life in the house on the farm, locating his preferred sleeping areas, and quickly learning from th dogs that if you sit in the kitchen, you get treats. after porking up even more from what he had been at my house, his diet became a bit more regimented, and he made sure mom kept to it like a Swiss train. most amusing has been his necessities for an 11 pm snack. doesn't matter what time dinner has been, when 11 pm rolls around, he expect his snack. to the point of if my parents have already headed to bed, he marches up there and starts poking people in the face while using his loud voice to let them know it is 11 pm. this cracks me up to no end.
even the flurry of the toy poodles (there are anywhere from 2 to 5 in the house at any one time) doesn't phase him. one of the puppies from this summer who is with mom most of the time (the sweet little apricot girl, Bubbles) is completely smitten with him. most of the other dogs ignore him, but Bubbles is completely in love with him, and runs over to him and slathers his face with puppy kisses. it is the sweetest thing ever, and he just sits and takes it.
Saturday afternoon i stopped by the farm and was chatting with dad. the house was dog-free at the moment, and Rory was taking full advantage of that by sacking out on the couch. i sat on the floor next to him and gave him some one on one devotion, amazed once again that this was a cat who had basically been at death's door when he found his way to me. to see him now, and take into account how old he probably is (15+, at least), he really is a miracle. and i think he knows it. he is till the sweetest, gentlest and most mellow soul i've ever come across. while i miss his laid back nature in my house, i know he's found his retirement pasture, and luckily, i will always have visitation.
finally dubbed Rory, and discovered to be the sweetest, most unflappable creature under the sun, he fit right into my already cat-crowded house. in February, the VSA let me know his chance for adoption at Petco had rolled around, yet before i even brought him in, my parents went down and payed the adoption fee and filed in the paperwork. they did it because they thought he was sweet, and working well in my house. and while he was, i was going stark raving bonkers with 5 cats (and subsequent cat boxes) in the house, and really wanted him to find his true retirement home. certainly living with 4 juvenile delinquents was not what he deserved. i pointed out to mom and dad he was now theirs, and when would they like him delivered?
as expected, old man Rory settled right into life in the house on the farm, locating his preferred sleeping areas, and quickly learning from th dogs that if you sit in the kitchen, you get treats. after porking up even more from what he had been at my house, his diet became a bit more regimented, and he made sure mom kept to it like a Swiss train. most amusing has been his necessities for an 11 pm snack. doesn't matter what time dinner has been, when 11 pm rolls around, he expect his snack. to the point of if my parents have already headed to bed, he marches up there and starts poking people in the face while using his loud voice to let them know it is 11 pm. this cracks me up to no end.
even the flurry of the toy poodles (there are anywhere from 2 to 5 in the house at any one time) doesn't phase him. one of the puppies from this summer who is with mom most of the time (the sweet little apricot girl, Bubbles) is completely smitten with him. most of the other dogs ignore him, but Bubbles is completely in love with him, and runs over to him and slathers his face with puppy kisses. it is the sweetest thing ever, and he just sits and takes it.
Saturday afternoon i stopped by the farm and was chatting with dad. the house was dog-free at the moment, and Rory was taking full advantage of that by sacking out on the couch. i sat on the floor next to him and gave him some one on one devotion, amazed once again that this was a cat who had basically been at death's door when he found his way to me. to see him now, and take into account how old he probably is (15+, at least), he really is a miracle. and i think he knows it. he is till the sweetest, gentlest and most mellow soul i've ever come across. while i miss his laid back nature in my house, i know he's found his retirement pasture, and luckily, i will always have visitation.