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Feb. 11th, 2004 09:39 pm
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The most eventful stuff happening in my life recently has been Kitty City. Yesterday we got in a teeny little furball named "Kid Rock". I immediately dubbed him "Kidlet". He's about ten weeks old and fairly rare for this time of year; kitten season is usually May-October. Of course cats can have litters outside of those months; it's just not as common. Most of our kittens currently are 6-8 months old. He's definitely a lap kitten when I'm there, although I've heard he's a little hellion in the morning.

Yesterday a woman came in. She's always wanted a tortie, but one was never available when she was ready to adopt. She immediately fell for Lani and Maui, especially when she heard their story. Unfortunately she has a 20 year-old cat, and she's afraid bringing in two new cats would push her over the edge. If the two haven't been adopted by the time that happens, though, I think they'll have a home.

Today a couple came in, looking for a kitten/cat. At first they wanted to see Lilly, and she will probably not speak to me for a few weeks because I pulled her out of her hiding spot. It was immediately obvious, however, that she is still very close to true feral. Then came the parade of the orange or partially orange cats glomming onto them. First up was Rhubarb, who the guy really liked. Lara cuddled up to the woman, but then she started antagonizing Lilly, and they decided she was too aggressive. Side note: they have a German shepherd-mix ten-month old puppy who's terrified of cats, so they want one who is small and nonthreatening. That took care of Rhubarb and Lara.

Honda, who was about as feral as Lilly was when he first arrived in December, really really really turned on the schmooze for the woman, and charmed the socks off of her. Unfortunately Myrtice (whom I'd called when they mentioned wanting to adopt tonight) noted that Honda is one of Monica's fosters, and she doesn't want to let her cats leave the immediate area. The last time she did (I believe it was Blackberry, Shadow's sister and lifesaver) the people refused to return Monica's calls, and she's going crazy with worry. Myrtice doubted she would agree to let the two take him back 3.5 hours away. Kidlet also took a turn on her lap, but PACA is fairly strict about younger kittens needing to go with another kitten or having a cat at home to play with.

Seven o'clock rolled around, and Myrtice enticed them over to her place to look at some of the cats she had. They had been considering Isis (pure white) based on pictures and profile. The ended up with Mikey, who is (drum roll, please) orange and white. As soon as they walked in the door he began head-butting them and begging for scritches. This doesn't surprise me in the least, he was a sweetheart.

Date: 2004-02-11 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jayfurr.livejournal.com
We have a tortie. Or a torbie. Or a pile of peat moss. We're not sure, really. When we got her at the Humane Society of Chittenden County in October of 2002, Carole saw this cute little tortoiseshell kitten and said "TORTIE TORTIE TORTIE" in a really loud voice and all but went *through* the glass wanting to see/grab/hug said kitten. The staff made us formally visit with the kitten first, and I think what really sold us on her was the way she said "I'll show you how aerobatic and graceful I am" and climbed up on the back of a chair and *launched* herself at a wooden rail a few feet away -- on the other side of a brand spanking new plate glass window, so new and so clean that it almost didn't look like there was anything there.

BONK!

And then she did the sliding-down-the-glass thing you see cats do in cartoons -- and then she did the "I meant to do that" thing, and then she came over and nuzzled at Carole again, and at that point I believe I turned to the Humane Society staffer and said "I guess we'd like to adopt her."

So we did; she'd already been fixed, although she was still very young, and so we could take her home that day.

I named her "Starlight" after her gold-flecked dark fur. This still gets used, but more often than not, Carole just calls her "Torbie". She's not really a torbie, but Carole at one point decided that she had some tabby blood in the form of a few faint tabby stribes, so the name started getting used, and when Carole found out that "torbe" was French for "peat moss" it really stuck.

You can see pictures of Starlight at http://www.furrs.org/images/starlight/ -- although, to be honest, I need to update that page with more recent photos. The ones there are mostly from when she was quite new.

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