June’s Journal #25

June greetings to you and to all June’s friends!

As the sweet little lady cat begins her 3rd sponsorable year at Tabby’s Place, thank you for the support that helps her live her best life. Not much of that financial support has had to go for medical treatment lately, as June has enjoyed a month of stable good health.

There’s still news from June’s world, though, in the form of new potential friends. With Pixie adopted, a tiny gray paraplegic cat named Scoots now calls the Community Room home. While June hasn’t reached out to her to anyone’s knowledge, Scoots is doing all she can to be sociable. It hasn’t borne fruit quite yet, as June has responded to Scoots’s kittenly games with growls and hesitation, but there’s still reason to be optimistic that these two young and energetic girls may yet become friends.

Also added to the list of new cats in town are Hunts, a spirited young tux whose adoption didn’t last, but who is demonstrably happy to see Sammy again (and vice versa), and adorable newcomer Peep, a torbie with a permanently-protruding tongue.

When I sat down at the big conference table in the Community Room, Peep and similarly-outgoing cat Carley Rose approached for some affection, which I was happy to provide. From that spot, I could see June curled up at one end of a large lilac-colored bed on the floor, while Tux balanced things out at the other end.

As someone who’s had his sleep disturbed by strolling cats, I considered it might be fair play to awaken June, but she looked so content as she napped that I limited myself to a couple of quick thumb-strokes on her forehead and some murmured words of affection. There would be other times for more concentrated affection. I decided to stroll around the suites and come back later in the afternoon, when she’d be awake.

But when I returned, there was no trace of June. Following Scribe Mary Anne’s advice, I looked under blankets, but without success. Under the desks, in and around the cat furniture, I searched every potential hiding spot I could think of. Nothing, nada. Well, I reasoned, if June wanted company, she would be easier to see. Since she would rather have privacy on this particular afternoon, it’s common courtesy to respect her wishes. Just consider it further proof that a good cat is hard to find!

Wishing you all good things!

Your correspondent,
John