So I’m wondering who caught the hint in that paragraph. Orange Juice and Sunshine. Those were the things I brought back with me from Florida.
On New Year’s Eve, I wrote only a few words. That was because I was setting up for what I thought was going to be an adoption post. Then on New Year’s Day, I had to explain that the adoption had not happened the day before. The adopter (M) was sick and couldn’t come last Monday. I remained hopeful. I heard from her when she was back on her feet, and she asked if Friday would work for me. I emailed back that Friday would be great, but I didn’t want to “put it out there” in any gigantic way on the blog for fear that I would have to do another retraction. The vague hint I left in the post last Thursday was meant to be nearly un-noticeable. But I was still kind of hoping that some of you might wonder if I was setting you up for a story about Sunshine and Juice.
When I explained that the adoption post of last Tuesday had been postponed, I painstakingly kept myself from using plural pronouns. I didn’t want to mention which cat had been chosen and certainly didn’t want to give it away that TWO were chosen together.
After the utter joy of having Mitts finally chosen, followed by her two sisters Glitter and Cashmere along with Circe, I was excited to post YET ANOTHER adoption story. Unfortunately, this one isn’t the “usual” adoption story - Cat with troubled background comes to cathouse, becomes relatively (sometimes perfectly) socialized, then receives forever home and lives happily ever after.
Here’s the thing. I want to take you back to the beginning. This particular situation has been a bit of a struggle. I haven’t shared any of this because it started back in October, and I didn’t want to lead you on and then let you down. But now that it has occurred (at least temporarily), I’d like to take you back to October. I’ll start the story tomorrow. But of course, I wouldn’t be so cruel as to keep you from knowing at least this much. YES! Sunshine and Juice went to a potential forever home last Friday. I’m hoping they won’t be back, but that is a possibility. At this point, I’m just deeply grateful that they have this chance. Keep your fingers crossed.
See you tomorrow.