I have only two more cathouse kitties to highlight during this March blogoversary adoption explosion. I have basically highlighted the gang, one at a time, in order of outgoing-ness. These last two kitties (today and tomorrow) are shy. They will need VERY special homes. I just know there are people out there who are willing to dedicate themselves to a special animal even if it means no real pay-off for a while. Cashmere will be one of those. However, Cashmere did something just yesterday that surprised me and reminded me that EVERY time I think I have things figured out, there is a cat waiting to prove me wrong.
Cashmere is one of the sisters in the feral group from a couple of years ago. Six kittens. All wild. Tuxie and Leo were adopted. Glitter, Mitts, Spritz, and Cashmere are still here. (Spritz has regressed and is not currently for adoption.) Cashmere went through a rough time a while back when she was being terrorized by Tulip. Cashmere basically quit living and spent all of her time perched up high on a cage in the cathouse, trying to avoid Tulip. She was already the type that ran and hid when newcomers visited the cathouse. Life wasn’t very good for Cashmere for a while there. However, there has been a change in the dynamic between Tulip and Cashmere recently. Tulip still hisses at the other cats and doesn’t really take to any of them. But she has stopped terrorizing Cashmere. And Cashmere is living a much better life now. I would say that’s good enough. Except that there is a streak in Cashmere that really really really wants a human. She has gone through various stages. There was a time when she was right there to meet us as we entered the cathouse. Then she became less interactive. Some months ago there was the issue with Tulip and I tried desperately to get either Cashmere or Tulip adopted at that time. For a while, I moved Cashmere into a cage in my kennel office. It gave me a chance to have some one-on-one time with her. She was wonderful. Once she adjusted to being in the office, she looked forward to my entrance. She became attached to me and showed lots of affection. However, a caged life is no life at all. So I eventually moved her back to the cathouse where she returned to her more introverted self.
My plan has been to highlight Cashmere and Halo last of all as they are the two most introverted kitties in the cathouse (except for Spritz). Then yesterday, I was cleaning in the cathouse and I noticed that Cashmere was competing for my attention. Several of the cats crowd around my legs and make my cleaning routine quite a bit more difficult. But I had a little moment of shock when I realized that one of those leg rubbers was Cashmere. I talked to her about this and went about my work. When I put the food out, everybody scrambled around and got to various bowls. Cashmere, however, jumped up on the window shelf and stared at me. I moved to pet her and she dipped her head, fell onto her side, and rolled onto her back for belly scratches. I stopped everything and just tended to Cashmere. I told her this was marvelous. And then it hit me. I was only a day away from proclaiming to all who would read that I wasn’t sure what it would take to bring Cashmere out of herself. And here she was - showing me just how wonderful she can be.
Atop Pam's cat tree.
So. Please tell me there is someone out there who would offer Cashmere a chance at the good life. Someone who would give her all the time she needs to adjust and attach. She is a long-haired beauty with a sweet disposition. She just needs the right human and a home without a time schedule. I said when I started this post that there must be some folks out there who are willing to wait for a pay-off. It’s possible the wait won’t be that long after all. Maybe that’s what Cashmere was trying to tell me yesterday.