In case the written word doesn’t quite capture my tone, my use of the word unadoptable is entirely ironic.
Except for the fact that, so far, it’s been weirdly accurate for one of the most outrageously “adoptable” kittens I’ve ever seen.
Gumbo has been at Tabby’s Place for over two months.
Gumbo has been put on hold for adoption three times…and three times dropped like a flamin’ tater.
Gumbo has actually been adopted once…and then returned within two days.
Now, if Gumbo (whose name alone makes him cuter, methinks) were a 26-year-old, meaner-than-the-junkyard-dog-and-Leroy-Brown-combined, balding, projectile-vomiting cat with two heads (both of them vicious)…I think I’d understand why he hadn’t found his forever home just yet.
But Gumbo is…well, just take a look at the guy:
See what I mean?
And, lest there be any question about Gumbo’s personality, this munchkin is a one-kitty smorgasbord of sweetness. He loves people, exuberantly. He loves cats, indiscriminately. He loves just being alive and romping free.
Who would want a cat like that?
No, really, I’m asking. Who? Are you out there? ‘Cause Gumbo’s been waiting two months for you. At this rate, he’ll be bigger than his large lookalike, Tony, by the time he finds the home he deserves.
Not that we wouldn’t love to keep him as the staff pet at Tabby’s Place. And, it certainly wouldn’t be a bad life for the Gumbster. Living in the lobby, biding his time being loved and snuggled like mad by 100+ adoring fans, wrestling with “Weird Uncle Tashi“…a cat could do (much) worse. It’s a far cry from the sewer drain in which he was found as a lonely 4-week-old.
But still. Again, I implore you; just look at the guy:
There’s a home for Gumbo. I know it. It’s coming. You’re coming, whoever you are, oh grand Gumbo-family.
And in the meantime? I’m not complaining about the extra time we’ve been given to snuggle this munchkin, as “unadoptable” as he may be. 😉