I cared for Ford last year. A big, ol grey tabby guy, around 5 years, that was as sweet as sugar. I would arrive and he would fall on the floor with gratitude. He would snuggle, play endlessly with a string and always clean up his bowl and use his box. He was the perfect kitty client BUT he was lonely.
I received a call from his owner last Fall about a stray that was hanging about his door begging for someone to notice it. Did I know of anyone who could take it in? I had Annie and her kits and my inn was full so he called the shelter. At that time, they had over 200 cats. He would take the cat there but with a heavy heart.
That was the last I heard from him until last week.
"I have 2 now, I caved, he laughed." So, meet Jack.
Another fabulous specimen of the feline species. A big boy, healthy & now neutered and gorgeous. These two are buds now and Ford is a happier, albeit chubbier, cat since the last time I saw him. His owner told me they get along great and have a few daily rituals they love such as 'chase the treat'. That explains the chubbiness but hey..we could all trim down a bit, right? I chase a few treats myself each day and Lord, look what I had last night
Today when I left the 'boys' I felt so happy knowing they would be 'hangin' out' together on the back window-sills, facing the woods and enjoying the antics of the spring-time wildlife.
I left little Josephine after her visit today and filled up a bowl of food for the stray cat that is being fed on the client's property. This is another lost soul, no doubt, and I will find out more about it but for now, it is being fed by someone who cares. It's a start to a second chance.
Hoping for more sun tomorrow. The rain has washed away most of our snow.