What About the Older Cats?

Victor

Last week Victor growled and hissed and wouldn't let anyone get near him before jumping to an out-of-reach space in his cage. He eventually trusted me enough to pet him, but was still cautious. This week, Victor meowed at every human and cat, but this wasn't any "I'm, scared, what's going on" meow. This was a "Hey! Hey! Hey! Notice me!" meow. He was a little restless, but every time I reached in to pet him, he was happy enough to let me- or anyone for that matter- pet him. The way he improved so much in just one week would have me think that he'll be adopted quite soon. My concern is this- Victor is ten years old. He's significantly less desirable than the 1-2 year olds that dart back and forth across the floor with years and years ahead of them. Hopefully someone will come along and prove me wrong.

I found out today that Sadey has been here since 2009. She's older than most of the shelter cats, and pretty shy. I have no doubt that she'd relax if given the chance to live in a home- one with a large window to watch birds and plenty of spaces to nap.

Highlights from my Monday shift include meeting Tabasco, who greatly resembles Garfield, spending quality time cleaning the Feline Leukemia room, watching the cats drink out of the water pitcher, and finally, some time with Mickey and Tuckerman at the end. I was in that front, corner room just minutes before I had to leave. Another volunteer was in there for a little bit, but left. Seconds after she was gone I felt Mickey rub against my leg. I knelt down and he flopped over to stetch out and let me pet his belly. Moments later shy Tuckerman approached me and rubbed against me, resting his head on my arm. It was a very comforting way to end my shift.

The water pitcher was more appealing than the water bowls.

Tabasco- who looks like he climbed straight out of a comic strip.

Dainty and her security blanket

Monte in his hiding place.