Musings from the Tabby’s Place Jail…

OK, I’m not really in jail; it just feels like it. No! Wait! I had more freedom when I was at the Federal Correctional Facility at Ft. Dix! In case you haven’t guessed, I’m still in RINGWORM! I was supposed to be released on June 9th, but my sentence was extended! I don’t know why I’m still here, but I’m not very happy!

Other than having ringworm, I’m in good health. That’s good because ringworm is enough for any cat to handle. The staff gives us great care in quarantine. Originally, the treatment for ringworm included dipping the victim in a smelly solution. I am proud to say that I was usually very cooperative when I was dipped. Now, instead of being dipped, we’re sprayed, and our heads are sponged off. I like that, especially when I’m sponged under my chin; that feels so good.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m not always a perfect patient. I don’t like being pilled. Taking the pill isn’t so bad, but what follows is! Water is squirted into my mouth to make sure I swallow the pill. I’ve been known to swat at the person responsible for medicating me in that manner.

It’s so boring in here! I’m all alone, except for some kittens (OK, and many human visitors). I can hear the kittens, but I can’t see them. I wish I could meet them. I like most kittens; in fact, one of my friends at a previous shelter was Madison, a sweet kitten. I miss all of my friends in the FIV+ Suite. I even miss Rogue, but, if anyone tells her I said that, I’ll vehemently deny it!

I also miss one of my favorite volunteers: one of my frequent feeders. In addition to seeing that I’m fed yummy food, she also takes care of my cage. Before I jump into my cage for my dinner, she’s straightened everything and has given me clean bedding. In addition to taking such good care of me, she also talks to me and plays with me. She’s one of my favorite two-footed friends.

I think one of the reasons I don’t have many visitors is the fact that visitors have to “gown up” before coming in here and then immediately leave the premises after visiting. There has, however, been one very loyal visitor: a lovely lady who always visited Charlie in the suite. She continued visiting him after he was sent to the ringworm room. When I arrived in Ringworm, I discovered that she also visited Shea. When she saw I was in there, she started spending time with me, too. Shea’s gone back to the suite, but she still visits me. She is a wonderful woman! She talks to me, pets me, and gives me treats. It’s nice to know that someone cares about me. She’s become one of my favorite people and my newest friend!

Have you noticed that I haven’t mentioned any visits from my secretary? I haven’t mentioned any because there haven’t been any! She’s not under contract and could be fired at any moment. Perhaps, my newest friend would consider taking the job!

In addition to missing my feline friends, I miss our solarium. I’m sure most of my friends are enjoying relaxing in the solarium on the sunny afternoons. Being able to saunter down the ramp, greeting friends, and finding a comfy place to relax were things I took for granted. Now, they’re things I dream of doing. I can’t wait to get out of here. I’d even let Lynn put one of her silly hats or collars on me if it meant I’d get out sooner. If I’m willing to be humiliated in such a way, you know I’m desperate to return to my wonderful, normal, uneventful life!

I think celebrating holidays is very important. I always try to remember those special days. Unfortunately, not everyone feels the way I do. A very important holiday occurred on June 4th, and no one joined me in celebrating. It was Hug Your Cat Day! I guess I’m nobody’s cat because I wasn’t hugged. I’ve told myself I wasn’t hugged because I was in here; therefore, I declare June 30th to be “Hug Wolfie Day.” All admirers may hug me then. If I’m still in here, I’ll MEOW so loudly that even the dogs in Catahoula Parish, Louisiana will hear me!

As July approaches, I can’t help thinking about the upcoming national celebrations. July 1st is Canada Day, and July 4th is Independence Day. I hope you have a happy, fun-filled, wonderful Fourth! In honor of dear Jean Valjean, a former suitemate who crossed the Rainbow Bridge four years ago, I must include Bastille Day, celebrated on July 14th. JV, I still miss you.

Thank you, Dear Sponsor, for your continued support. I’m not happy right now, but I really love it here! Tabby’s Place is the best place to be for any cat who doesn’t have a traditional home. If I’m never fortunate enough to be adopted, I’ll be lucky to have a home here at Tabby’s Place. Thank you for making that possible.

Love and prayers,
Wolfie