I have been sharing some “Where Are They Now” type posts about some of the Wishers who are out there living The Good Life! My goal is to have information available at the click of a picture for people who might be considering the adoption of a Winnie’s Wish cat. These stories will hopefully be testament to the fact that even though a Wisher might be halfway across the country from the adopter, those adopters say it was absolutely worth it to go the extra mile. And for those Wishers who required a little more patience, their families tell me it was worth it beyond a doubt. Today’s story is about a little tuxedo polydactyl kitten who went by the name of Tuxie while she was here. Amy had assisted in getting a kitty into a home IN CANADA by helping with the transport. Then one day she contacted me about adopting a Wisher of her own.
My journey to adopting a Wisher started with a picture - a picture that Chrystal posted of a kitty named Tuxie - she was one of a litter of kittens that Chrystal had taken in after catching them in her mother-in-law's neighbors barn (I think - maybe it was her mother's neighbor - it has been a while and my mind isn't as great as it used to be). I fell in love (I still have the picture, and another of Tuxie with her brother, on various computers - although not the one I am using to type this on - I even have it on my office computer). She was just so cute and her face - oh her face - I loved her before I even met her. I knew she was one of a feral group, and that she was a bit older than the kittens we had taken in before, so she might be a little more difficult to fit into the group, but I also knew that I loved her and would be willing to do what was needed to make sure she felt at home. We had taken in two kittens a bit earlier in the year, so she would be around the same age (a few months younger) and she would have other kittens to play with, and the older cats weren't that much older than her (well, except Lola and Kirzon - the elders of the group), so it seemed like perfect timing. So one day, I emailed Chrystal, and no one else had contacted her about Tuxie yet (OMG that would have been terrible) and we set up a day, time and a place to meet up - in Effingham (the name of which always makes me laugh). We met up, and we brought some supplies for her to take back for the other kitties and we picked up our new baby. She was tiny and adorable and while I know it was sad for Chrystal to say goodbye to her I also knew it meant that she would have more room to help other kitties - and that Tuxie would have a great new home with some great older siblings. We had already decided to change her name to Trixie - so not too much of a change for her to learn - and that we would need to give her some space. But off we went - she slept the entire time (something that never happens anymore - the other cats are a bad influence I think) and when we got home she was very nervous. It took a few days to coax her out but once she was out she was so happy to play and eventually meet all the other cats. That was what, 4 years ago I think - almost 4 and a half (wow I can't believe it is that long, but also can't believe she hasn't always been here). She was about 6 months old, and will be 5 this year so yeah, like 4.5 years. It is funny because I know that when she and her siblings first moved into their wonderful foster home that they were very scared and it was very hard for them to feel comfortable. But once she came out, Trixie started to fit in and interact right away. In fact she has become one of the biggest snugglebugs of the group. She is a tiny little fireball - she will race all over playing with Stella or the boys, and she tries to play with Lola, who won't have any of it (the 11 year age difference is probably a big part of that) and boy is she smart. At night I go in to visit Lola in her room (Lola is out while we are home but sleeps in her room at night so the boys don't harass her) she has learned (as has Virgil) that when I say it is time to go that means it is time to go and they both go wait next to the door to go out (although Trixie, who I usually call Trixie Belle now, is a bit of a dawdler sometimes) and she is learning to "high five" me (when we go into Lola's room I noticed she would stand on her back legs and reach up for the door knob - she one time hit my hand and well, now she had learned to do that every time if she wants to go in) and it just makes me so happy to have her here and to see what a wonderful, sweet, loving girl she is. She makes me smile every day. She is also one of the squirmiest cats I have ever seen (earning her the nickname squirmy worm - which she will also come to if I call her with that name) and will just flop down in front of you while you are walking, roll on her back, and squirm around to entice you to pet her - and it usually works quite well for her. I always tell people that may be looking to adopt a cat about Trixie and how great the experience was - and how great it is to know how Chrystal is helping these furbabies out (I actually use her as an example of what I would love to do if I ever win the lottery - my tiny townhouse wouldn't really work for taking care of kitties but one day I hope to be able to do it too). Not that I know a lot of people looking for cats unfortunately, but hey, I try. Because I know that all the Wishers are wonderful and I know it is because they have such a great place to live until they do find their forever homes.