New Faces

A hypothesis I had held briefly that cats were more likely to be adopted when the weather is nice was proved incorrect during my Monday shift. Not a single person came in to look at cats.

The first people that did come in brought word of a cat they had had for a short amount of time that whatever they did wouldn't get along with their other pets, and things were just getting worse. They were given the contact info for the woman in charge of intakes.

Pinto Pie (back left), Gussie (facing back), Jasper, Colorado, and Red 

I cleaned the large, back room, as I hadn't been back there for a couple weeks. All of the cats were in goofy moods, meowing and roaming more than usual.

"Give me attention!" ~Jasper

Red and Colorado help me clean.

"I know I make you clean twice as slow because you just haaave to keep petting me!" ~Colorado

The very friendly Becka.

"Stop petting her, pet meeeeee!" ~Jasper

Bobby curled up in his chair.

We finished with plenty of time to spare, and after cleaning some cages up front I had time to wander and spend quality time with many of the cats. As I was petting a newbie, I heard a woman enter.

She introduced herself as being involved with a church where a homeless man had been allowed to stay recently with his young cat. Luckily for the man, he had been admitted into a shelter, but the cat wasn't able to come along. I felt my eyes dampen as I heard this. The poor man, having to lose his companion of seven months. There is enough space at Feline Rescue, so the woman agreed to bring the cat in the following evening.

One last cat was brought in before the end of the shift. I didn't catch the story, but timid and sweet, he buried into his new bed as his roommates checked him out.

Penelope and Dave check out the new cat.

There were many new cats that had "owner could no longer care for him/her" written on them. A very scared, long-furred girl, an older, nervous boy, and my favorite- Latke. Latke was crouched in his cage, looking a little ornery when I first saw him. I opened his cage, hoping he would turn around so I could let him sniff my fingers. He didn't move, so I hesitantly petted him on his back. He instantly melted, rolling onto his side and purring with a look of absolute bliss on his face. He even let me pet his belly.

Latke, purring happily.