I may be using the word “galore” loosely. Very loosely. Camp Kitty adopted out four AARF foster cats so far this year. That number may seem teeny tiny, but considering only three of the camp’s AARF foster cats got adopted last year four is pretty darn good.
The first one to find a forever home was Jingles. No big surprise there. Even my husband had a slip of the tongue over the holidays and suggested we keep Jingles at our house. A nice family with two young daughters adopted her. They wanted two cats so we were hopeful that they would also adopt Schroeder or Holly. That wasn’t the case. They were interested in another cat with another rescue cat.
“Got my bags packed. I’m ready to go.”
A week later, though, the family contacted AARF and said that they wanted to adopt Holly. Yay! I don’t know exactly what happened with the other kitty.
“I’m going, too.”
Sweet Holly went to join the exuberant Jingles. I was so happy they got to stay together. The fact that they’re living with two young girls just gives me the warm n’ fuzzies.
Together forever and never to part. Together forever we two. You just got Rickrolled.
Just this last week both Floyd and Roman went to their forever homes.
Floyd waited nearly 18 months for someone to finally adopt him. Everyone who has ever met Floyd thought he was one awesome cat. Camp Kitty customers were amused by the way he would greet them by placing his front paws on their shoulders or the way he would inspect purses on the counter. When people found out that Floyd was up for adoption I heard many sentences that began with “I wish I could adopt him, but….” But. Always with the “but”. The truth is that Floyd is better off as an only cat who gets all the attention. If he were to enter a multi-cat household he would certainly change the dynamic amongst the felines. Seriously, all hell would break loose.
Floyd’s last day at Camp Kitty.
Floyd’s new mom, who is just tickled by him, sent us some photos of him quickly acclimating to his new digs:
“I make this red couch look so good.”
He knows he’s home.
Roman was pulled from Dekalb County Animal Services last February along with Nina, Sig, and Lucas. He was part of the Class of 2012, which only yielded two graduates. When he first arrived we quickly realized that he did not get along with other cats. Because of that, during his entire stay at Camp Kitty he lived alone in the kitty camper. I hated that he couldn’t come out to run with others. As much as he disliked cats he loved humans especially kids. Odd huh? Most cats run from children.
The other big problem with Roman is that he tended to play rough. Friendly play would escalate to him grabbing an arm and biting. The biting didn’t hurt as much as his claws digging into your skin. He wasn’t being malicious, though (trust me, I know when a cat is out to murder me).
I started to feel like Roman would never get adopted. Generally speaking, the only people who would understand his behavior and accept him and willing to work with him are genuine cat people who usually have more than one cat. That is until Roman’s new mom met him. She totally ‘got’ him and was looking for just one cat.
Roman’s first day at Camp Kitty over a year ago.
Someone finally gave this cross-eyed cutie a forever home.
Congratulations to Jingles, Holly, Roman and Floyd, and their new lucky families. Here’s hoping for more happy tails in 2013.