What a whirlwind!
She had a potential adopter last week but it clearly wasn’t the right fit. They didn’t even come to meet her. So we re-posted her with even more emphasis on her high energy level. Meanwhile, I was making plans (I never learn!) to get her back in a store. Suddenly, on Monday afternoon, I got an email; someone was interested could I give them a call. I emailed the person to ask if that evening was ok for a chat. Ainsley emailed back: this afternoon, this evening, both are good. Hmmm … keen. I like that. So Ainsley and I chatted for quite a while that night. Every time I brought up one of Catticus’s “negative” traits, Ainsley would answer some variation on “That’s ok!”. When would you like to meet her? Can we come tomorrow? Like I said, keen.
(Full disclosure; Ainsley and her husband are friends with one of my fellow cat caretakers at the Volunteer Centre. Apparently, Sarah has been talking up lots of the cats to them but told them they really had to try for Catticus.)
Ainsley and her husband don’t have kids and they work full time. But they have a dog and have both a dog sitter and friends come in to spend time with the dog! Her husband, especially, was eager for a playful, interactive pet. (Be careful what you wish for!) It sounds like they have a busy household with friends and extended family. Even so, I actually asked them, if she was clearly bored and unhappy, would they consider another cat. They thought about it and said “yes”.
When they arrived, Catticus was eating her dinner and, for a change, not interested in meeting new people. Of course. So we sat and talked. When she finished she came marching over to check them out. They, like everyone, were amazed at how tiny she is. And fast. We “got” her running and playing and they immediately started picturing her in a particularly long hall in their home. That makes my heart go warm and fuzzy.
We had a nice visit and, of course, they took her home. It felt so fast to me. I got a little misty but avoided a full on break down as there was another foster person there visiting the kittens. The residents cats immediately started their happy dance (Both slept on the bed last night for the first time since Catticus arrived!) but the place felt … emptier. There’s an awfully big personality stuffed into that tiny little cat. I miss her already.