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Cage Aux Folles

April 12, 2010

One of the tough things about fostering (aside from wanting to keep a lot of them), is the adoption events. If you want your foster to find his or her forever home (please let’s not call it the FURever home, okay?), then you have to take them to adoption events.

Well, that doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Frankly, it’s not. It’s pretty cool most of the time; I hang out with a bunch of cats and cat-people (they don’t look like cats, they just like cats), and I chat and I pet and I run errands in between. Not a horrible way to spend a Saturday. I don’t spend a lot of money, I do good deeds, and I get up off the couch and away from the television set. I should be running in Central Park, but okay. I’m not, I’m at an Adoption Event with my Fosters. Shut up.

Anyway. This weekend was not a good one for adoptions. Usually Anjellicle Cats has around three to eight adoption applications filled out, a few foster applications or volunteer sheets, and so forth. This weekend there were none. Nada. Zip. Not even THE KITTEN [adoption event photos by Lisa Douglas]…

Siphon the Kitten tries to attract someone... anyone.

I have mixed results at adoption events – I can go months without an adoption. I try not to take it personally. I generally have more adults attending than kittens, but to see a cutie like Siphon fail to pull in an application or two? Well, let’s blame it on the nice weather. Everyone was out running in the park. Shut up.

Trey tries to make a break for it. And fails.

Anyway, two of my fosters slept in the back of their cage and the other one… well, you can see from the photo what Trey was up to. He was so nervous and horrified that he was panting, open-mouthed, and mewling, when he wasn’t actively trying to chew his way out of the cage!

So many people asked what was wrong with him that I finally put him in his carrier and stuffed him in a dark place. Naturally, once we got home he was completely fine. Lolling about like usual, playing, eating, causing chaos, and smiling. Dammit, he was smiling.

I know he doesn’t want to be adopted, per se, as he doesn’t know how cool his new home will be with so much more attention and love. He is a big follower of the King, Indiana. He is an Indiana minion. But he can’t be that forever, he needs his own family and friends. So fine, he hates adoption events.

But did he have to smile, after getting back home? I couldn’t be mad at him, of course.

Billie and Sammy smile for the camera, but not for potential adopters.

Sammy and Billie, on the other hand, neatly napped in their cage all day, and were also in fine form once they got home. They’ll sing and dance for their supper, but not for the potential adopters.

While it’s true that I love these two most dearly, I know that they really need their own home, too. They’re too lovable not to have their own person(s). People think they are siblings, but they’re not. They just look quite a bit alike.

Sammy was also part of the photo shoot with Evan Kafka for the Mayor’s Alliance.

Check him out!

All Dressed Up

So we begin another week… me and my beautiful foster cats. One more week to enjoy their antics and their love. But next week! Another chance, and another Saturday, to try to see these guys happily adopted and cared for. Leaving me a little breathing room until the next needy feline New Yorker comes my way.