There’s breaking news for the Chester crew, and it’s almost as sweet as their names. Suite B has just received delivery of a fresh Twinkie, Trifle and Strudel.
Now, before all my fellow Cupcake-adorers get concerned, let me put your minds at ease. The most timid, gentle member of the quartet is still with us, and she’s doing just fine. Miss Cake didn’t join the other three Dessert Kids for the big move, so she’s still in Adoption Room #2.
Full disclosure: I was a bit anxious about this myself, as I’d come to think of these four as an unbreakable package deal. But, my moony ideas aside, the truth is that Cupcake hasn’t been so bonded to the rest of the group in quite some time. While Twinkie, Trifle and Strudel are rarely found not in physical contact with each other, Cupcake is more frequently in the company of soft grey Cypress, or contently on her own. Just another reminder that we can’t always trust our own sentimental musings when it comes to the feline kind – they find their own cliques and comfort, whatever social configurations we may imagine for them.
So, while Cupcake continues to live on the wild side (by which I mean “occasionally appear”) with Cypress and Max in Adoption Room #2, the other three Dessert Kids have “graduated” to a real suite.
When these three make their debut to the hoi polloi of Tabby’s Place, they do it in the place to see and be seen: the big, boisterous, 18-cat-strong Suite B (land of Natalie, Tex, and other huge-personality sweethearts).
As you might expect, the more neurotic among us human beans (um…yes, that would be me) were a bit anxious for these lovies’ big move. They’d been through so much, from the house of hoarding horrors, to their slow transition to Tabby’s Place, to life with kooky-but-wonderful Max…were they really ready for the rough and tumble reality of Suite B?
No need to make it complicated: yes.
As befits the trio’s love of all fellow felines, Twinkie, Strudel and Trifle are making themselves right at home with their 15 roomies. After a few days of understandable hesitation and cowering in their large crate (big enough for three, naturally), Tiny Twinkie, ever the intrepid explorer, has taken her place on the colorful cat cubbies at the heart of the room. Twink’s true love Trifle has followed the fearless leader out to the cubes, and seems wholly unruffled by the good, “bad” and ugly cats sharing his world. Timid, gentle-as-a-lamb Strudel has also stepped out, discovering the pleasure of napping in a big, blanket-filled basket (or, literally in the arms of big brother Trifle, as at right).
So now that these Dessert Kids have entered the general population, what’s next for Twinkie, Trifle and Strudel?
Allow me to employ one last bakery metaphor. Once your pastry treat is baked up all flaky, warm and wonderful, there’s just one thing left to do: pop it into a box and bring it home to savor the sweetness.
Is it any different with a Dessert Kid? (Well, yes, I hope you would poke holes in the box for them to breathe, and not eat them, but…let’s not belabor the metaphor.) Today, Suite B…tomorrow (or next year, or however long they need)…forever homes.
Oh, yes. It will happen.