If there were a tree growing in Adoption Room #2, we’d see a heart scratched into its side, complete with Cupid’s arrow shot through. Scraped into the middle would be the initials: C + T = TLF (true love forever, for those who have been more successful than me at forgetting middle school acronyms).
With the exception of a few exceptional volunteers, no one has been privy to Cypress’ secrets in her year-plus at Tabby’s Place.
One of her primary secrets has been the fact that she’s not a disembodied head.
Really. She’s not. I know. It’s scandalous!
Cypress has spent 99.9% of her Tabby’s Place existence hunkered down in the cubby of a cat condo, with just that (apparently bodiless) head poking out, eyes round with skepticism about the world and its inhabitants. But last week, when eagle-eyed staff spotted her outside of her cubby (!), we received proof at last that Cypress has a body.
Granted, the human attention must (literally) be coated in beef-flavored baby food…but we’ll take the love where we can get it. After seeing these photos, I insisted that B. let me count all of her fingers. (We generally don’t condone feeding cats - especially scared cats like Cypress - off of one’s fingers, since it’s all too easy to confuse finger and food.) It’s possible B. has seen a very skilled finger-replacement doctor since the pics were taken, but it appears she still has all ten digits.
Quite a feat in the realm of semi-feral Cypress.
Then there’s the biggest secret I can spill: it turns out Cypress has a true love.
A picture doesn’t lie (well…unless it’s a Photoshop disaster, but I promise these aren’t doctored). As you can see, Cypress has been caught in the act of being madly in love.
The object of her affections? None other than the second-largest, easy-going-est, mushy-heartedest cat at Tabby’s Place: Trey.
Who needs an ace up her sleeve when she can have your very own Trey of hearts?
Maybe it’s because, at 29, I’m still a starry-eyed single girl myself, but I’ve got to believe there’s someone for everyone. Cypress finds Trey’s incredible girth inspiring. Trey takes one look at Cypress’ old-man-style ear hair and it makes him want to coo into those hairy ears all day long. Beauty is as beauty does…and these two are as beautiful as they are smitten.
You may recall that the third member of this kooky suite is none other than “mad” Max, he of the feline hyperesthesia syndrome and the Prozac dose heavy enough to level a woolly mammoth. Naturally, when the papparazzi (a.k.a. B.) swooped in, Max would not be left out of the action.
Yes, three may be a crowd, but nothing can temper the looooove flowing in Adoption Room #2 this summer.
Who knows? Maybe we’ll even get to see that carved heart in the cat tree before the last summer night.
*Special thanks to Danielle and B. for most of these photos.