About an hour after Dixie left, looked who showed up at my door (courtesy of our amazing store placement coordinator and volunteer driver):
He’s a SWEETHEART! Not shy, came shooting out of the carrier (admittedly too small for him) and started exploring the room. Poo-poo’d my suggestion of a hiding place under the desk! It seems the poor guy was peeing inappropriately and his owners surrendered him to Toronto Animal Services. They, of course, discovered crystals. Sigh. The problem was solved with food and he was adopted out. But his new family didn’t feed him his special food, he relapsed, and he was unceremoniously dumped back at our PetSmart partner store adoption centre!
The first night when I went in to spend some time and take some photos he climbed on my lap. Then he walked himself up my torso and proceeded to put his paws on either side of my neck and squeeeeeeeze. And rubbed his nose in my ear. And drooled. He is a DARLING! And he’s a senior — just. Eight years old. Kitten-schmitten, somebody is getting a bargain when they get this big ol’ hunk o’ love!