Adoption Diaries: Getting To Know You
This week I began socializing cats at our adoption center after joining other volunteers in a cat class. My plan is to bring you weekly updates of the cats I get to know. Why? The most important reason is to give these cats some much needed PR, of course (maybe you readers will want to adopt someone!). The other reason is, frankly, I wanted an excuse to gush about kitties and doggies! I'm still in dog training (more on that next week).
So, the cats of the A: Some cats are in cages (really nice, modern ones that don't haver bars!) and others are in habitats. Habitats are spacious rooms that house cats who can freely roam about and interact with each other.
Yesterday, I walked into what I've dubbed the "fat cat habitat." The overweight cats are put together, of course, because they are on similar diets. I made my rounds, patting kitties one by one. Suddenly I heard a gigantic rumble. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I turned around and saw Whitney frantically trying to get me to come back and pay more attention to her. She stuck her head out as far as it could go, wanting some more ear rubs . Whitney is a 4-year-old stunning snow-white girl. I LOVE white cats! "Ok, Ok!" I told her. "Relax, I'm coming!"
I scooped Whitney up into my arms and carried her to the socialization area. I sat down and she plopped herself on my lap. I'm not kidding, this girl has the loudest purr I've ever heard. Oh man, I'm so in love.
As I played with Whitney, another cat, Harriet, investigated the stuffed meerkat I had on the floor by my purse. Harriet's a cutie--she mostly lounges, but does have little spurts of playful energy. Like when she sees a meerkat. Harriet has been with us since Sept. 06--needless to say, she can really use a home.
I wandered into the next habitat and found Pierre. Pierre is a beautiful boy, here since March 06. He has an old scar with fur missing between his shoulder blades. He'd love to go home with another cat from his habitat or join a household that already has other felines. Pierre is one chill dude.
Here's Pierre coming toward me with that swanky walk and "come hither" eyes.
This is Smokie. Smokie is being fostered in an office by two employees--Karen Lopez, Manager of Shelter Staff and Trish Suess, Intake Assistant. The second I walked in he started purring and licking me (maybe he could tell I had pizza just before?). Smokie is a cuddly mushball who loves to explore--especially boxes. His foster moms said he's getting pretty bored and is needing a home, like, yesterday. I don't blame him! Usually folks get to leave an office after working all day! And he works very, very hard. I hear he's about to be promoted.
Click here to view available animals at our adoption center.
Labels: Adopt, Adoption Diaries, ASPCA, Cats, Shelter
posted by ASPCA at 3:54 PM PERMALINK
3 Comments:
Hi! I just wanted to thank the adoptions staff for all their wonderful care of the cats at the NYC/ASPCA. I lost my 20+ year companion Jasmine in May 2007, and spent the last week of Sept. into Oct. looking for a new cat, to call best new buddy. Well, Sat. Cornelius picked me, which was tough with all the other purrs, rubbing, adorable gals and guys. But, what a purrfect match, he's so cool, fun and settled right in, we adored each other the moment we met. Only dilemma, a name change is a must...as he had a cornea infection, and his name is to much of a reminder...Possible options: Takoda, Maynard, Ciro, Lais, Lius or Buster...Thanks again to all the great ASPCA adoptions staff...Best always, Joanie and "CS"...
Hi Photojazzie,
We passed your message on to the adoptions staff. We're so glad to hear he settled in well!
I like the name Takoda! Very unusual!
Thanks for adopting Cornelius.
I grew up with dogs. To our family a house was not complete without a dog or 2. I am 54 now and my hubby is 62. He wrew up in the hollows of West Va. where most dogs lived under the porch. H became a dog trainer in the military. We were married going on 8 years. He wanted a Beagle. OMG. I thought beagles were the fox hounds - boy I felt dumb I grew up with lap dogs. There was a man that came to the church my husband pastors. He told us that someone had given him a beagle to "get rid of" hunter speak for letting him starve to death. Try to imagine this I was in a silk dress, stockings, 3 inch heels and I have followed the trail to the sound of barking. In one cage there was the most heartbreaking sight. It was getting dark but this boy stood on his back legs and danced. Hubby said no. I started to the car and turned around and slogged thru a plowed field and figured out how to open the kennel and picked up Bubba and carried to the car. I did not care that the dress had to be thrown out.In the dark all I could tell was that there was no meat on any of the bones, joints, and that he had fleas. First job was to wash him with plenty of flea shampoo and something that smelled good. In the kitchen light we saw that Bubba is a Blue tick beagle - they are hard to find. He had North American Regrestation papers. His firsttrip to the doc brought more bad news he had heart worms and was too week to survive the treatment. I didnot get pictures then but I will jump to current time we have Bubba and 2 of his offspring (all beagle), we also adopted a bassett/lab/charpei mix and a jack mix. the bassett lab "blue" (she was due for long walk next day" the jack mix - coco 6 weeks old and I wanted to see them together the pound was on high alert. the two sleep together all the way nome. Sam had flunked his resource guarding test but I demanded him and truly signed my life away. Today with 6 dogs that understand my hubbie and I are Alfa 1 abd alfa 2. Samwith the resource guarding - I can stick my hand in his mouth and take any food away from him. they share 3 bowls. Bubba is no longer heart worm positive I just feed he a low dose for his weight of the heartguard. 6 months and tada!!!!No worms. They know which furniture they can get on until we go to bed then we have 1 on love seat - blue is that long- two on the other sofa andone ineach recliner and theOld man Bubba sleeps us. They manners are better than my 3 2legged boys. It is so strange to snuggle up to Bubba and know that someone wanted him dead because he won't hunt. Tell that to the squirels. They understand so much how can people do this? I really want 2 more but we do have to wait 6 at one time andyes they sleep inside at night.
Post a Comment
<< Home