Some weeks, the cats make us feel like so many Wile E. Coyotes.
I don’t mean that we run off the edge of a cliff with our legs still running — although it can feel like that when the floor is freshly mopped and there are kittens underfoot.
I mean that we can’t keep up with these feline Road Runners’ speedy adoptapalooza.
So I hope you won’t mind too much if we pepper you with rapid-fire fabulosity in this particular post. There’s just no keeping pace with our adoptables.
Let’s start with a wise, hairy woman. We first became aware of Sage‘s unusual erudition when she chose Felix as her companion. Most cat-loving cats in Suite C gravitate to gregarious Mango, the Robin Thicke of Tabby’s Place. Sage, however, has her own distinctive taste in cats…and so the young glamour girl chose the aging Picasso-faced tuxedo. Let’s face it: Mango may have the looks and the voice, but only Felix carries 2′ long stuffed animals around Suite C, up and down the ramp, while screaming. (I know that’s what I look for in a man.)
And if that wasn’t enough to establish Sage’s exquisite taste in companions, hers was one of those adoptions.
You know the kind I mean. Cat arrives at Tabby’s Place; cat is glowing with beauty, cuter than a My Little Pony and sweeter than a macaron. Cat is, in fact, so sweet, that everywhere she goes, bluebirds appear, along with a man in a seersucker suit and straw hat crooning, “Isn’t She Lovely.”
And yet. And yet. Cat does not get adopted. Days stretch into weeks. Humans wring hands and itch and agitate. Susan Powter leaps out of the ether and bellows, “Stop the insanity!”
Until The Person makes her scene, and it all makes sense. Ah, yes; this was what the wait was all about. You were the one worthy of our little macaron. The adoption was right on time after all.
True to form, Sage’s new mother is the kind of human of whom, after meeting her, you can’t help but remark, “That is an Extremely Fantastic Person.”
Really. When, after visiting a few times to make donations, Sage’s new mother signed up to volunteer, I whooped, “Oh! That’s excellent, because you are an Extremely Fantastic Person.”
And when, as a new volunteer, she put Sage on hold, I was doubly excited, informing my comrades, “This is going to be a great adoption, since she’s an Extremely Fantastic Person.” (Of course, they already knew.)
It was no surprise that such a wise, warm and wonderful human was the one who had eyes for our little macaron. It’s equally appropriate that Sage is a smitten kitten, hopelessly devoted to her new mum.
And don’t you worry about Felix: he’s still got his 2′ stuffed animal. (Note: we are working assiduously to get video footage of Felix’s huggy hijinks. This will also be worth the wait, I assure you.)
If Sage were our only midsummer adoption, we’d still be smiling like sunshine. But she is not alone. She is so not alone.
Maybe the hot weather and summery astronomic wonders like the SuperMoon* and Manhattanhenge** are wearing down our volunteers’ resistance. Maybe our cats are just getting better at melting human defenses. Whatever it is, Barley followed Sage’s lead in finding his home with a volunteer. The boy with the runny nose, the absent tail and the SuperMoon-sized heart is already running the show in his forever home. Check out his wondrous, splendorous new mama’s croons:
“Thanks to Tabby’s Place for helping Barley back to health and giving him a new lease on life. He is so well mannered and has adjusted very quickly. He’s happy in his own private bedroom, and seems keen on meeting the other cats. His first night was a good one; he ate 2 dinners and was pretty good taking his pills.
“I think in the last 24 hours, Barley has only stopped purring long enough to eat and drink! I’m sure if little Barley could talk, he would say thank you, and that he loves you all.”
And then there are the FFFs — which you can interpret as either Formerly Feral Felines or fortissimo, because either applies to Kylie and Emilia. These early alumni of Tabby’s Place’s Trap-Neuter-Return (TNR) work at the Edna Mahan Correctional Facility for Women have been with us for many moons now. But, not a moment too early or too late, their human came, saw, and was conquered by the gentle FFFs’ fabulosity. Emilia and Kylie survived life in (OK, at) prison; they survived rooming with Mad Max; they survived the smorgasbord of strangeness that is Suite C; and now they’ve earned a life of peaceful thriving in a forever home.
Finally, we have the kitten adoptions, the galumphing hordes of kitten adoptions. There’s nothing unusual about kitten adoptions. But, it’s also not unusual to have fun with anyone, and that didn’t stop Tom Jones from singing about it (or Carlton Banks from dancing fabulously about it). So you bet your bananas we’re gonna flip out about it.
When it comes to flipping out over kittens, everyone’s IQ slumps approximately 75 points. So rather than attempt to narrate their adoptions, which I’m afraid would disintegrate into “Guhhh…kitteh…cute squeezy!!”, I will let the faces do the talking.
Guhh. Kitteh. Cute. Squeezy?
And there you have the midsummer madness of Tabby’s Place. We wait with bated breath for the next rush of good news to overtake us.
Photo credits from top: MegaMark; Mark/unknown internet macaron maniac; Mark; Mark/Dr. Seuss; Flangela; Flangela; Volunteerissima Jess x 2.