File this one under the heading Too Good To Be True Except That It Is True.
Eight months after Brando headed off for his forever home, leaving us in a sea of happy tears, he’s got his best buddy back.
By any standard, these are Superadopters in the third degree. First they adopted timid Francis, a Tabby’s Place long-timer with a quirky way of begging certain people for belly rubs while running from other (equally well-intentioned) human beans in terror. Undaunted by Francis’ fearfulness, they knew they could give him a life of love…and so they did.
In the year that followed, Francis must have done a fine job of urging his people back to Tabby’s Place. I picture our black-and-white charmer stalking into his human beans’ bedroom at night, padding up to the pillow to whisper, as only such a quiet boy can do, You’re not done with Tabby’s Place.
But even Francis couldn’t have guessed just how gloriously “not done with Tabby’s Place” his people were.
In May of ’09, Francis’ people found themselves back at the sanctuary, smitten with a legendary brown tabby with a big round head and no tail…the unsinkable Brando. This darling boy is the kind of cat they write songs about (or they should, anyway). Despite a hard-knock start to life following an accident that mangled his tail and a brush with the euthanasia list at a crowded shelter, Brando came to Tabby’s Place as one of the most gleeful and loving cats I’ve ever adored. Clearly Francis’ people have exceptional taste and discernment, because they were completely overpowered by Brando’s charms. One love connection later, Francis had a snuggle-bug brother.
There was just one bead of bittersweetness in this adoption, and its name was Rusty.
From the day they came to Tabby’s Place from the Islip shelter, Brando and Rusty were the ultimate BFFs. Find Brando, and you’d find his creamsicle-hued compadre. It was hard to tell who was the “leader” in this duo. More likely, as in all the best friendships, the boys were true equals, with each looking out for the other. While Rusty knew more about having goofy fun (see Exhibit A of that), Brando was eager to show his buddy the finer points of trusting human beans.
When our Superadopters fell for Brando last spring, they hemmed and hawed over Rusty. As it turned out, the time wasn’t right. Maybe in the future, was the hope with which they left us. Maybe when we’re ready and Rusty is ready.
Well, hold onto your hats, Felis Catus friends, because Rusty – and Francis’ people – have entered the realm of ready. Francis and Brando have been double-teaming their human beans this past year, whispering in stereo, Get thee back to Tabby’s Place. At the same time, the best darn volunteers in America have been working their wonders on Rusty, bringing our once-anxious boy over the line into pettable, snugglable territory.
In this new realm of readiness, the boys from Islip (and big brother Francis) will have years of happy rolling and romping ahead…together.
Happy dance, anyone?