Jeanne of Random Felines has another brick in the Walkway. This one is for Butterscotch and Tigger. Jeanne has been invaluable to me in so many ways. She buys bricks, helps with transports, sends me stuff (good stuff), and is co-administrator for our Petfinder page. Most recently, she has done ALL of the work getting the newbies onto Petfinder. And all of this while she tirelessly volunteers at her own local shelter AND continuously fosters cats and kittens in her home. (You might want to click on the Random Felines link above or in my sidebar as Jeanne had a bad yesterday and could use some cheering up.) Now here’s the story of Jeanne’s Butterscotch and Tigger - in Jeanne's words:
Buttersctoch and Tigger are our Bridge Angels. Butterscotch was adopted by my brother after I moved out of the house to go to college. My parents had been told that I had terrible cat allergies and therefore we never had cats growing up, though we had dogs. Well, my brother begged and since I was gone most of the year, my dad made a bet with my brother, my brother won, and we got a small orange fluffy tabby kitten. He moved to Michigan with me and lived 16 years with me until passing away. He was the benevolent dictator in a house of wildness and the very picture of what people expect when they describe that mellow wonderful orange male tabby.
Tigger joined the house when we moved to Texas. On a whim, I moved with Maestro and Butterscotch. After a few months, a guy at work said that he had kittens that he was going to take to a shelter. I didn't know then as much as I know now, but I did know that it probably wasn't going to be a good outcome for those kittens. I took one and my roommate's parents took the other. Tigg was a joyful little fuzzy kitten. Moving back to Ohio did something to him and he became afraid of everything. He got sick at one point and I treated him for hepatic lipidosis - which included tube feeding him. He did recover but I promised him I would never put him through it again. About 18 months later he was sick again and I made the decision to let him run for the Bridge. He was only 9 years old.
Jeanne ~ THANK YOU.
More brick stories next week. Have a good weekend.