Category Archives: My Fosters

A Long-Awaited Update: Moments of Progress

I think it goes without saying that fostering is a rewarding experience. In general, you get to help animals, provide them with something they have usually never fully experienced (a loving, safe environment), and ultimately see them move on to wonderful families who will hopefully keep them forever. Fostering is rewarding; tough, but rewarding.

I have had a couple new fosters since my last entry: some tough, some easy.

A pair of kittens who didn’t trust humans at all and, who, unfortunately, passed away from panleukopenia before they had much of a chance.

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But, they still got to experience some loving moments thanks to Graham, who affectionately became known as “Graham-paw.”

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A curmudgeon-y “Fluffy Overlord” named Chilly, who captured my Facebook friends’ hearts with his grumpy face

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and with his adorableness.

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He found a great forever home to reign over fairly quickly. 🙂

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And, now, I have a new foster. She’s roughly 6 years old and comes from a confusing background: her original owners left her with their older mother, who was in poor health and, upon her admittance to a hospital, she came to us. They didn’t really know her name, so I named her Misty.

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Day 1.
Misty was good at the vet’s. Scared, but not aggressive. I got her home, and she hid in the closet, but she purred when pet, which was a good sign.

After some time, she tentatively tried out the perch in her room.

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And, after her 2-week quarantine was up, she took her first tentative steps out of her room…after much contemplation of the risk.

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Misty is not feral, but she is incredibly timid. She walks low to the ground and very slowly at all times. She’s been with me almost a month now, and she still chooses to spend a lot of her time in her crate. Because of her fear, I chose to introduce her first to Graham, who never hisses at another cat, and takes their swipes without fighting back. After a week, Misty stopped hissing at Graham. They’re not friends, but she’s not afraid of him anymore. My female cat, Luna, is next on the list for introductions, and the 2 of them…yeah…not fans of one another.

Misty’s progress is slow (but not that slow, considering). Sometimes, we get a couple “normal” moments where she actually lays down like a normal cat. Just a few moments, but it’s a step.

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I am, right now, the only human she trusts. She finds comfort in routine, as most cats do, and I’m trying to give her that while slowly introducing change as well. She skitters and hides if she even hears another person. She still walks low and slow. It can be hard to watch: you want so badly to make this creature understand that this is a safe place, but you can’t “tell” an animal anything. The only thing you can do is be consistently safe.

Sometimes, it can be discouraging watching a cat continually run back to its crate…continually living in fear. Sometimes, when you spend every day with an animal, its progress isn’t obvious to you even if others see it. Then, you’ll notice it in random moments… like catching Graham, who used to never groom himself, giving himself a full 10-minute bath 🙂

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Misty is a tough case. She’s not a kitten, she’s extremely shy – most people want kittens or really friendly cats. But, fostering a cat like Misty is rewarding. Here is a creature who doesn’t really understand safety, love, or what a “home” really is. And, we get to show it to her. Not by telling her, but by being…by living it. I know that, one day, I will catch myself, in a moment, recognizing her progress too – just like I did Graham’s today. And, again, I’ll be reminded why I do this.

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Rescue isn’t just about Playing with Kittens

Note: After a night’s sleep and some conversations with friends, I realized that the original version of this blog didn’t quite convey what I meant for it to say. This blog was inspired when I found myself cleaning up a kitty mess for the 5th time that day and having to remind myself “Lisa, you didn’t just get into rescue to play with kittens! This is worth it!”

The message here is not in any way meant to say “don’t volunteer with kittens” — it’s kitten season, folks — PLEASE volunteer to play with kittens 😉 …or to set up adoption events, pass out fliers, do adoption interviews, or whatever you can do! We love and appreciate the people who do these things!

The message here is simply a reminder to myself during those tough fostering times when I find myself dealing with a sick or difficult cat. Kittens are the perks of rescue 😉 There’s just an awful lot more going on at the same time!. So, here’s the updated post:

 

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a new entry — life has been chaotic! But, tonight, I feel compelled to write.

Graham is still with me, but he’s a different cat than when he arrived.

His diabetes went into remission, and his neuropathy went away… he began grooming again, and his coat returned to a normal cat coat… it took us over a month, but we got rid of his urinary tract infection… then, we discovered that he had a blood pressure issue, but we got that under control with meds.

It’s been a crazy 5 months complete with late-night emergency vet visits, being up to my elbows in cat vomit, lots of shoving pills in cat mouths… seemingly endless vet visits.

But, it’s been worth it.

This is worth it:

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The truth is, while I adored my baby fosters, Milton and Diego, sometimes I need a reminder that I didn’t get into fostering and rescue work just to play with kittens.

I also got into rescue to spend hours laying on the floor beside a sick cat at 10:00 at night — debating whether or not to make the trip to the emergency vet.

I got into rescue to drive to that emergency vet at 11:00 at night because getting my foster cat help was more important than sleep that night.

I got into rescue to scrub cat puke out of impossibly stained carpets and to comfort the sick cat who can’t help himself.

I got into rescue to find out that my foster may have a fungus that I, myself, could catch…and to walk around smelling like cat ear drops, medicated ear wash, and prescription shampoo seemingly forever because I have to clean his ears out twice a day and bathe him twice a week. (OK — truth be told, I really didn’t intend to get into rescue for this particular one. But it was worth it.)

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This is Rhett, who I fostered for a little more than a month — he left for his new home yesterday!

I got into rescue to have to be home exactly every 12 hours to give a diabetic cat insulin.

I got into rescue to author the book “101 ways to give a cat a pill.” (No, seriously, I should write this book.)

And, I absolutely, 100%, without a doubt got into rescue to help a senior cat who can’t even walk straight learn to climb again.

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Of course, I got into rescue for this:

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And for days like this…

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And moments like this…

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But, one thing’s for sure… there’s more to rescue than playing with kittens, and even though the hard parts can completely suck sometimes — I’m glad I got into rescue.

Tonight’s been a hard night.

Graham is sick again, and we’re headed back to the vet tomorrow. All this after over a month of dealing with a second foster (named Rhett — pictured above in the cone) who had to be at the vet every 2 weeks, needed medicated baths, had a major ear infection, and is even still being treated for potential ringworm. Never a break! Never a boring day in this house!

But, it’s worth it.

Rhett is worth it. Graham is worth it.

That’s why I got into rescue — because every animal — young or old, sick or well — is worth my time, energy, and a little piece of my heart.

That’s what rescue is all about, isn’t it?

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Meet Graham!

The wedding is over, my life is returning to some semblance of normal, and I’ve finally returned to fostering! I recently began a new job that allows me to work from home 100%, so I decided that I was up for a slightly more challenging kitty case this time around (although, if I’m honest, Graham has proven thus far to be the easiest foster I’ve ever had).

Meet Graham!

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Graham was a HART kitten 10 years ago. He was adopted by a family who kept him all his life until now, when they decided to return him. If that type of transition isn’t hard enough on a senior cat, Graham also came to us with diabetes, which has caused diabetic neuropathy. This causes Graham to walk a little oddly; his legs shake and hunch a bit, but he mostly takes it in stride.

The diabetic neuropathy should hopefully resolve itself as his diabetes comes under control. We hope to get his diabetes under control through diet change and by giving him insulin injections twice per day.

Graham also came to us with a really gross coat; it was (is) rather greasy, and he has a ton of dandruff. This doesn’t prevent him from looking stunning in his pictures though.

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We were told that Graham was a “one-person cat” who liked to hide. While he does like to hang out in his fort (a propped up painting that he’s turned into a kitty tent), he readily greets both Kevin and me whenever we come into the room! He’s a pretty chill cat 🙂 (And he constantly “makes biscuits” with his paws!)

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I tried letting Graham out of his foster room, but he mostly prefers to stay in there even if the door is open. However, if you pull out a dangly string, he will chase it like the hunter he really is! Play helps him to become more confident. After a play session, he’ll venture downstairs and explore!

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Graham’s absolute favorite thing is getting brushed and wiped down with cleansing wipes (a daily regime currently until his coat is a bit better off; he does not appear to be grooming himself probably due to being sick and stressed). When you brush Graham, he begins to love on EVERYTHING!

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Ohai gate…I love you!

That’s Graham! 🙂 Stay tuned for many Graham-y adventures to come!

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You Have an Opportunity to be Amazing

Whenever someone finds out that I foster for a local rescue, the reaction is almost always the same: “Oh, that’s amazing what you do! I could never do that! I’d want to keep every one of them.”

Now, I’m new to this, and so I know that I don’t have a ton of advice or wisdom to give, but this reaction has always confused me a bit.

First of all, I have never considered my fostering to be amazing. I didn’t start fostering because it was an amazing thing to do; I started fostering because I literally came face-to-face with a cat that, if I didn’t foster him, may die.

Secondly, so many others absolutely could do this! They could! Did you know that some rescues furnish everything you need (including litter, food, etc.)? Did you know that the rescues pay for your foster animals’ vet care? That anything you do buy for them is tax-deductible?

 

What does fostering really take?

Time… patience… and a love for animals. A spare bedroom helps too, but it’s not a requirement.

I’ve wanted to write this blog for a long time; it’s what I think whenever someone says to me “Oh, that’s amazing!” … I want to tell them “Don’t you see… YOU have an opportunity to do something amazing too!”

 

But, maybe you think that you’d never be able to let them go… maybe you don’t want to deal with the emotional turmoil of having to say goodbye to an animal. It is hard; sometimes you do want to keep them.

 

I have said two goodbyes since my last blog. Milton left me first, and it was hard. However, the harder part for me was separating Milton and Diego; I worried so much about Diego being lonely and sad to see his buddy go.

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Yeah, Diego didn’t care.

Diego became best friends with my 2 cats, and he cuddled up on me extra often. That was it.

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But, I confess it: I wanted to keep Diego.

 

I fell in love with Diego… even more so than with Chance. Guys… it was hard saying goodbye to Diego.

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I had Diego from June 1 – September 16. From 6 weeks old til he was 5 months old. And, then I said goodbye. So, you see, I understand that feeling and worry of wanting to keep your fosters. I’ve been there.

 

But, here’s the thing…

I didn’t have to say goodbye because Diego was off to a shelter to suffer.

I said goodbye because Diego was off to live an incredible life with a family who literally wrote me an essay about why they specifically wanted Diego above any other cat. I said goodbye to Diego as he left for a new and amazing life…

And the only reason Diego, Milton, Chance, and the hundreds of other cats adopted through rescues have lives at all is because people have chosen to do something amazing and foster for their local rescues.

 

You see, I would much rather cry a few emotional tears as Diego leaves for an incredible new life than cry in sadness when I find out that a kitty like Diego didn’t get a chance at life because there was nobody there to be his foster family.

 

If you think that those who foster are amazing, well here is your chance to be amazing too.

You don’t need to quit your job, sell all you own, and donate it to charity. You don’t need to sacrifice your life. All you need to do is reach out to your local rescue and ask how you can help.

If you’re worried about the money and time commitments, don’t dismiss this opportunity quite yet; talk with your local rescue and see how their foster program works. See if they can work with you to find the right placement for you. See if they need temporary fosters, transportation help, people to do adoption interviews, people to volunteer to set up and tear down events…

 

You can help.

You have an opportunity to be amazing. What will you do with that opportunity?

When One is Overlooked

I was going to do another light-hearted video post showing how adorable Milton & Diego are playing together, but instead I am feeling led to talk more about something that’s been more and more on my mind lately as Milton & Diego have met people along the way to finding their forever homes.

When a potential adopter visits my house or comes up to Milton & Diego’s cage at an adoption event, Milton’s is the first face everyone sees.

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Milton has everything going for him. He’s a big boy with a wonderful personality! He will approach strangers for petting and playtime; he’s quick to trust and makes everyone coo at his adorable little face.

But with a brother with so much personality and adorableness to compete with, little Diego is often completely overlooked…

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Diego is more shy and reserved around strangers. That’s not to say that he’s terrified of people; he’s not! He’s just a typical cat…

He will not approach people to greet them as soon as they enter, but he also doesn’t run and hide.

He does not solicit attention from people he doesn’t know, but he will play with them if they pick up a toy.

He is smaller, darker, faster, and harder to spot. He doesn’t call attention to himself, and so he is overlooked while people coo and coddle the more dominant personality of Milton.

And Diego doesn’t mind this; he doesn’t know that he’s being overshadowed.

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But I mind…

Because I know Diego, and I know who he really is.

DiegoLapI know that Diego will weave around my legs, purring uncontrollably.

I know that if I bend over to pet Milton, Diego will walk straight off the cat tree and onto my back.

I know that he will climb the greatest heights to get to my face so that he can rub it with his.

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So, I mind when people don’t look twice at him. I am sad when he is overlooked.

I love and adore Milton; know that I do!

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Milton makes me laugh! And I love to pick him up and cuddle and kiss him!

But, Diego is special to me…especially because he’s not special to anyone else.

So, how do you handle it when one of your fosters is overlooked?

Do you tell everyone how amazing he is? Hope that your stories will be convincing enough? Try to capture the moments on video or in photos to “prove” to people that this cat is awesome?!

Or do you just wait… and know that when the right person sees him, they’ll see what you’ve known all along… that this cat is special and worthy of being FIRST pick?

That’s where I’m at right now. I’m doing a little of both, but mostly, I think I need to just wait. Because I don’t want Diego to go to a home that adopts him because I convinced them that he was worth the risk…

I want Diego to go to a home where Diego is wanted for who he is… and as he is: a special cat with a special purpose. I want him to go to a home where he will never ever be overlooked again.

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Introducing Diego & Milton!

Well, Chance left on Saturday, June 1, to go and be with his new forever family. I have good news! Chance is doing fantastically! His new family was kind enough to send me an update along with some pictures. Here’s what they had to say:

Hi Lisa,

I thought you might enjoy some picture of Chance’s first week with us….

He’s settling in really well….over the course of the week, he’s been able to explore the entire house (except for the sun room with the guinea pigs). He told us all his thoughts as he explored the house! He loves all the rugs in the house, the cat tree, and all the big windows. He especially loves his new brother…

…Since [day 3 of being together], they have been good buddies…never out of sight of each other, sleeping in the tree together, following each other around, etc. It’s very cute.

Things we’ve learned about Chance:

*He loves to be pet and kissed at any time.
*He likes to tell us about his every thought and move…in a combination of bird, owl, and meow sounds.
*He’s an excellent bug finder.
*He loves cereal – he almost took the bowl from my hands two times this week!
*He loves running up the stairs as fast as possible.
*He’s a gentle soul, yet has a big personality.
*He’s very loveable and a really special boy.

We feel so lucky to have him and for Chance and Simon to find each other. I work from home and my days certainly are more rewarding with these two guys around!

Here are some of the wonderful pictures they sent me of Chance enjoying his amazing new home!

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And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce my newest foster kitties: Diego and Milton!

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These two kittens did not come in as a pair. Little Diego was found all by himself at only about 6 weeks old and with a rather nasty injury. Fortunately for him, the person who found him knew just who to call! HART got little Diego all set up with a vet to repair his injuries. (A little graphic warning: he needed to have his lower lip re-attached to his jaw!)

Unfortunately, my two cats, Buzzy & Luna, were not ready to be Diego’s buddies. (Chance, however, was very good with Diego in the short 2 days that he got to see him!)

So, I asked the folks at HART if I could bring home a second foster kitten to be Diego’s friend. Milton volunteered 😉 and he and Diego became very fast friends! Milton has been a fantastic big brother for Diego! He has taught him all the important cat things, like pouncing, hissing when you want some space, and how to climb to new heights!

I thought the best way to show you Diego and Milton would be with some fun video. The below video was shot at the very beginning of our adventures together. I will have to take some new video soon as they are growing and changing so quickly!

Take a peek at these 2 fun kittens (and keep an eye out for Mr. Chance; he’s in this video a little bit as well…I just had to show you how adorable it was to watch Diego try to be his best friend lol).

Farewell is Not The End

Tomorrow afternoon, Chance will leave us to head to his forever home. I’ve been told that your first foster always holds a special place in your heart, and that your first goodbye is the hardest one. I have been prepared for this day, but it is still difficult. Fostering Chance has taught me so much; this experience has truly changed me for forever.

Chance came to us a skinny, stinky, frightened, and lost little kitty. That first night, he truly seemed to look up at me with big, questioning eyes as if he wasn’t sure if this was real life. It was easy to fall in love with Chance; he loved my fiancé and me instantaneously.

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If I’m honest, that first week was the easiest week; it left me overly confident and enamored with fostering. I’ve tried very hard to keep this blog super positive because it is meant to show Chance’s best side, but I feel that now is an appropriate time to tell the full story. As his new family may be reading this blog, I want to preface this by saying that I am 100% confident that Chance will move forward now to be an amazing pet; please understand that the difficulties I talk about here were temporary. Chance is a very different cat now than he was when he arrived.

I’ll start by saying this: Chance was not an easy cat for me to foster.

Fostering Chance led to more emotional meltdowns on my part than I care to admit.

Not because he was a bad cat (though, at one point, I lovingly told Chance he was “the worst cat; the Marley and Me of cats,” and it’s pretty well true), but rather it was because he challenged me in difficult ways. First came the yowling… the constant vocalization. A cat’s meow is adorable for about 10 seconds; after a few hours, it’s like listening to someone constantly running their fingernails over a chalkboard. I would’ve given anything to make this cat stop crying, and I tried everything I could think of. I tried ignoring it, I tried distracting him, feeding him, playing with him, introducing him to my own cats, leaving him alone… I tried everything I could possibly think of. I watched a “My Cat From Hell” marathon trying to find some piece of advice I may have missed that might help this cat. I combed cat forums, Bengal forums, advice columns, I Googled the crap outta that question: “Why will this cat not shut up?!?” And finally, we tried medication… and medication helped.

Please understand – I was never angry at Chance for his meowing. I just wanted to understand it…to fix it! And therein lies my first VERY important lesson: working through issues with a cat requires an abundance of patience…and I really struggle with patience.

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And then came the medical scares. It began with an abscess that led to the discovery of a heart murmur and the vet telling me (and I quote) “usually these cats just die suddenly one day without any notice.” I left that appointment and just sobbed the whole way home; I was convinced Chance was going to drop dead sometime in the next few days. I held my breath every morning…waiting to hear him meow to let me know he was still alive before entering his room. My friend Katie, from Of Barks and Bones, really helped me so much during this particular time. She’s been volunteering with rescues a lot longer than I have, and she was just so great about listening to all my thoughts and giving me valuable information (thank you, Katie!).

After talking with Katie, I discussed possibilities with my fiancé – we decided that if Chance’s condition was indeed terminal, we would adopt him. I didn’t want him to die homeless. Fortunately, the first vet’s outlook was completely wrong! Lesson number 2: do not blindly trust your vet.

Dealing with Chance’s medical issues was heartbreaking; this little cat that ran around so fast (and so loudly) at home would go completely silent and hide in my lap at the vet’s office. Probably the appointment that sticks with me most came immediately after Chance’s first adoption (and nearly immediate return).

Chance was adopted (or rather placed in a “foster-to-adopt” situation) on a Saturday; by Monday, he was being returned. I left work to pick him up, and I needed to take him to a vet appointment that same day. I picked Chance up from the house, but we had no time to really greet one another; he’d been with me for about a month before going to this house for the weekend, and this was his first time being separated from me.

At the vet’s office, I finally got to greet Chance again. We sat in the little exam room, and Chance, who usually just hides at the vet’s office, stretched out in my arms and lay his whole body back on my chest…he reached up and pawed at my face and just CLUNG to me. They had to take his blood pressure at that appointment, and he was terrified… They had to restrain him, and the only thing I could do was reach up and stroke his head. It was  heart-wrenching.

Countless vet appointments later, we did find out that Chance’s heart murmur was benign and needed no treatment! That was the best day. That was the highest of the high days (and this journey has been filled with both lows AND highs. It’s important to remember that). The day we found out that Chance was healthy was the day I took all those pictures of him rolling around in a box (See Chance and the Box). It was the lightest I’d felt since bringing Chance home.

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With his medical issues behind us, we could finally bring Chance to adoption events and NOT have to warn people that he may be sick. Ahh yes…adoption events: talk about a roller coaster! I swear, this cat had more adoption applications than probably even I know about. But, my fiance and I learned VERY quickly (ahh, another lesson) not to trust that an application would mean Chance would actually be adopted. We had countless people just disappear on us after applying for him. It was SO frustrating! In the beginning, I would get very excited whenever Chance had a new adoption application; after 2 months, our foster coordinator, Kim, had to pass along applications to other people because I had become a pessimistic skeptic who was struggling to give people a clean slate and fair chance. I was able to let that go by the end, but not without difficulty. I have to say – I thought I knew a lot about people, and it really doesn’t surprise me anymore when I hear about blatant acts of cruelty towards animals. However, until Chance, I never really realized some of the more subtle frustrations when it comes to rescue: specifically, uncooperative people or people who view animals as items for easy purchase and return. But that’s a whole different blog. Back to Chance!

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Once we could stop worrying about Chance’s medical future, we began to focus a lot more on his forever future. We focused much more on dealing with Chance’s behavior at this point. To be honest, most of Chance’s behavioral issues were absolutely normal “young male cat” issues; but, I had forgotten how absolutely obnoxious a young male cat can be! Buzzy was obnoxious when he was younger (actually, he can still be pretty obnoxious), but it’s been a long time since I had to deal with young male antics!

For the most part, I tried to laugh at Chance’s craziness. Remember this picture?

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This picture perfectly embodies “Chance.” He was off the walls. Ha!

We learned to “Chance-proof” the house: put away all edible items…even that package of rolls –  he will eat through the package; hide any plastic utensils – he will eat those too; remove spice rack from wall – he will climb it; remove the nail in the wall that held the spice rack – he will pull it out and maybe eat it; hide pill pocket bag because even though he absolutely refuses to eat them when his pill is inside of them, he will devour the entire bag when you’re not looking!

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It became a routine – Chance was given free reign of the house on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and on weekends (my cats were given free reign of the house on M/W/F). While it was annoying at first, after 3 months of hiding the bowl of bananas, removing decorations from walls, and tucking away any toy that had feathers, I got used to it. I even got used to his counter surfing, which he would do blatantly in front of me despite my repeatedly removing him, clapping, going “ah ah!” loudly, etc.

Chance even began to integrate himself with my own two cats, Buzzy and Luna. We had some struggles there as well – when Chance first came to us, it was like he didn’t speak cat. Cats do most of their communicating with one another using their eyes and body language. Chance meowed at Buzzy and Luna, and he didn’t seem to know how to communicate with his body at all!

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It turns out that Buzzy is actually a very good teacher when it comes to body language. Chance would be obnoxious, and Buzzy would correct him – fairly but firmly. We never had a fight, but Buzzy did have his work cut out for him. I knew it was best to let Buzzy communicate with Chance the way cats do (and only intervene if it became a fight) even though it can look scary at times (hissing, growling, back arching, pouncing). You can tell when cats start actually fighting – fortunately, that never happened.

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As dumb as this might sound, I also communicated with Chance using what limited “cat speak” I knew (i.e., blinking slowly at him to tell him I loved him lol). After about 1.5 months, he began blinking back, and I noticed him blinking more at Buzzy and Luna…and listening more to Buzzy’s body language.

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The changes in Chance have come slowly (well, quickly if you really think about it – but gradually to my eyes since I see him every day). I have slowly begun to see him change and blossom. He sits with Buzzy and Luna waiting for his food to come to him now (well, most of the time) instead of leaping up on the counter in impatience. He grooms Buzzy and Luna instead of just pouncing on them, and they let him do so. He purrs, makes biscuits, blinks to communicate, and meows a lot less now. He cooperatively takes his pill every evening…even though I still have to give it to him using a pill gun lol.

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This past weekend, it finally became extremely obvious to me that Chance is ready for his forever home. We had a party at our house, and 5 new people who Chance has never met attended; they even brought the same small dog who visited with us during Chance’s first week at our house (Chance did NOT like the dog that first week). Chance did not hide or skitter away as he once did when a new person entered the house. Instead, he solicited attention. He did not growl at or hide from the dog; he hissed a couple of times and kept his distance, but he didn’t let the dog keep him away from people. By the end of the night, Chance curled up at the top of a cat tower and watched us all playing games. The next day, he napped in my bed with me and Luna for a full hour (and there was a time when I never saw this cat even lay down for more than 10 seconds!).

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I had never seen Chance so at home…so “normal.” And I knew he was ready. And he is.

This brings me to probably the toughest lesson of all: in rescue, your work is never done. Chance will move on, and I will bring in a new foster cat with new issues, and we will start all over again. There may be more tears, there will be more smiles, and there will be more goodbyes. Chances are that Chance isn’t even the toughest cat I’ll work with. This is the hardest lesson for me to learn.

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Tomorrow, Chance will go on to finally find his forever. I will never get to know his whole story; if I’m lucky, I may get an update or two. But, I will never know what came before us – what may have contributed to his issues and lack of cat knowledge. And that’s ok. Cats don’t live in the past or worry about the future; they live in the moment. In this moment and in all the moments to come, Chance will be loved and well cared for. That is all that matters to Chance, and that is all that matters to me.

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