Now, I don't think there's anyone local on my f-list any more at all any more, but I said I'd do my damnedest to get Buddy's story out to hopefully find him a home, so that includes posting to LJ
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Three of out of my four are rescues. Two came from some lady who wanted to run a pet store out of her home (WTF PUPPY BROKER!) and gave up Max and Penny because they "didn't like all the strange animals". Penny, I could see. She's a drama queen, gets UTIs over stress, but is generally okay with other cats after they figure out who's the boss. Max is the sweetest, gentlest, most wonderful cat I've ever known. When I have fosters, he's the first one to try to sneak in the room to meet them. When I first brought Trouble home, Max diligently played the Uncle who showed him important things like using the litter box and let him tumble all over him. He's comfortable pretty much everywhere, even if there's dogs around.
Trouble came home at four weeks old, without being weaned or knowing things like what a litter box was for (he thought it was a cool toy to dig in and then go chasing the little bits of litter). I was working at a Chinese take out place at the time, and some guy came in, trying to give away kittens. I asked him how old they were, he says, "Uh... eight weeks?" So I asked to see them and knew they were way younger. I told him I'd think about it and give him a call back in a bit. I had no intentions of doing so until he said, "Well, either way, they're gone today, so think fast." The way he said it made me think he was going to do something awful to the little beasties if no one took them, so I called him back in an hour and said I'd take whoever was left, with intentions of just fostering Well, Trouble was the only one left and he just kinda... stuck around. He's making me move to a bigger place in the spring. :D
Three of out of my four are rescues. Two came from some lady who wanted to run a pet store out of her home (WTF PUPPY BROKER!) and gave up Max and Penny because they "didn't like all the strange animals". Penny, I could see. She's a drama queen, gets UTIs over stress, but is generally okay with other cats after they figure out who's the boss. Max is the sweetest, gentlest, most wonderful cat I've ever known. When I have fosters, he's the first one to try to sneak in the room to meet them. When I first brought Trouble home, Max diligently played the Uncle who showed him important things like using the litter box and let him tumble all over him. He's comfortable pretty much everywhere, even if there's dogs around.
Trouble came home at four weeks old, without being weaned or knowing things like what a litter box was for (he thought it was a cool toy to dig in and then go chasing the little bits of litter). I was working at a Chinese take out place at the time, and some guy came in, trying to give away kittens. I asked him how old they were, he says, "Uh... eight weeks?" So I asked to see them and knew they were way younger. I told him I'd think about it and give him a call back in a bit. I had no intentions of doing so until he said, "Well, either way, they're gone today, so think fast." The way he said it made me think he was going to do something awful to the little beasties if no one took them, so I called him back in an hour and said I'd take whoever was left, with intentions of just fostering Well, Trouble was the only one left and he just kinda... stuck around. He's making me move to a bigger place in the spring. :D
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