Last Fall, I fostered many kittens for the shelter where my daughters work. Every one of those kittens ended up in a Forever Homes (except Trudi). I was also fostering two young adults – Tuna and Storm. They finally went back to the shelter. I knew they would be hard to place. However, they couldn’t live their entire lives here. I hoped that maybe by being AT the shelter, someone would walk in and see them and that might be their ticket to a real home. Also – I needed the room they were living in for our Sammi cat. So Tuna and Storm went to the shelter in February.
The first couple of times I was at the shelter after that, I couldn’t even go into the room they were in. It felt like my heart would rip out of my chest if I saw them. Also I did not want them to come to me and think I was there to take them “home.” Then finally a couple of weeks ago, my girls told me that someone had picked Tuna.
The woman had been trying to decide which cat in the cat room. She decided on Tuna but would not be able to take her home until Saturday April 8. The next time I was at the shelter, I ventured into the cat room where Tuna and Storm had been living. My daughters told me that poor little Storm had been hiding since she got there. They hadn’t wanted me to know, but now that I was heading into that room, they knew they had to tell me. My heart was broken for her. Tuna had been Chosen and I knew her looks probably had something to do with it. That gorgeous longer fur and that bobtail. And then there was Storm. A black cat. There were other black cats in this room. For people looking around to adopt, all of the black cats look the same. Of course, I knew my Storm had those beautiful gold eyes. But no one would see them, and no one would know that Storm was a sweet loving cat. They wouldn’t see her eyes. They wouldn’t see her at all. Because she would be hiding.
I had to look and look to find her. I got down on the floor and tried to coax her out from under a low perch. She was flat and not looking at me. Then suddenly she turned her face directly towards me and started crying. She had recognized my voice. I got her to creep towards me and I grabbed her. I pulled her out and held her against me. She was stiff and wanted to push away. But I kept holding and petting and talking, and she started to relax and then she started purring.
. . . my chest was caving in.
I left that day knowing I would have to do something. I had already been regularly advertising Storm and Tuna on the shelter’s FB page. I ran another post for Storm and I explained what a wonderful cat she was but that no one would know that because at the shelter all she did was hide. I hoped to pull at someone’s heartstrings. I also told my daughters that I couldn’t stand it that she was constantly in hiding. They assured me she was being checked on. But that wasn’t enough for me. I started trying to think about how I could bring her back to my house. I told the girls that maybe I could acclimate her to the cathouse. They reminded me that when I’d done that with Cato a few years back, he was with me for two years. They said the best thing would be for her to stay. She would eventually become more comfortable and she could be seen at the shelter. They were right, but I was sick about her unhappiness.
At the end of last week, Older Daughter texted me that she had a bit of good news. Hi Mom. I wanted to let you know that Storm is going to a trial home. They will foster for two weeks, and if it works out, they’ll adopt her. I texted back my sky-high joy and asked what in the world made them pick Storm? Older texted back that the woman had seen a picture of her and fell in love with those beautiful gold eyes. I really thought I might burst into tears.
So Friends . . . PLEASE keep your fingers crossed that both Storm and Tuna (who went to her home this past Saturday) will work out in their new homes. If they end up being adopted, it will be Heaven.
Now all I need is for my final foster (Trudi) and Blue & Binks (my Wishers) to get as lucky as Tuna and Storm did.
See you tomorrow for a peek at some new Wild Angels. Get ready. They are so cute you might not be able to stand it.