Tuesdays With Tag - She’s Home…

 

Hi, Everybody!

I’ve been bored stiff all weekend. Mom took off with the orange cat, and I haven’t seen her for days. She took me aside before she left and told me to be a good boy ‘til she got back, but she didn’t warn me she was goin’ away for so long. 

Dad let me hang out on the porch durin’ the day, but I got so bored waitin’ for her that I just dozed off. Sun up to sun down, and didn’t see hide nor hair of her comin’ up the road.

Finally, I heard her Explorer yesterday afternoon. I was so glad to see her, I barked to alert everybody else. We all greeted her at the door, except Dad. He went outside to welcome her home. We all missed her. 

Once she gave all of us (includin’ Dad) big hugs, she went out to the porch and called Claudette and Crystal. We knew she needed a kitty fix, ‘cuz we knew she was missin’ the orange cat. She didn’t bring him back home, but knowin’ Mom, she made sure he’s gonna live a great life. 

What I do know is that we’re all glad she’s back home. We missed her like crazy. We hope she’s gonna stay home now. 

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then... 

"Been There, Chewed That!"

Change of Plans…

 

Another “flexible” weekend, as my dear friend, Julie and her husband, Dan decided they wanted to make Trevor their forever boy. They live in Minnesota, as does my sister, Di, so it was decided I’d drive Trevor up to her house, have Julie and Dan meet up with us there, and get in a little sister time. as a bonus. 

We arrived at my sister’s Friday evening and got Trevor situated with his crate in the guest room, and with only a little excitement from one of Di’s cats, had an otherwise uneventful night. No harm. No foul. 

We got up early Saturday morning and I explained to Trevor that I love him very much, and chose a perfect family for him. I freely admit I was emotional all day. I’ve come to adore this sweet boy.

After a short visit, I went to the guest room and brought Trevor out to meet his new family. I’m quite certain it was love at first sight. He was happy to meet new people, and immediately said hi to both Julie and Dan. They have a 17 year old cat at home named Dodger, who I’m sure will soon give his stamp of approval. 

Julie asked me if I’d like to be Trevor’s Aunty and pray for his successful adjustment. I loved that and said “yes”. I managed to get this picture of them before they drove away. Then I went back in the house and cried. 

In just a short time, I’d fallen head over heels for this boy. The thing is, he wouldn’t be able to live in our home because of our dogs, and he was done being a wild boy. He loves the warmth and security of living indoors. So, I loved him enough to let him go. Thankfully, Julie will send me pictures and give me progress reports as they all adjust to having a new family member. 

So far, he’s fitting right in. He has his own room where he can hang out until Dodger accepts him. Then, he’ll also have the run of the house. Dodger already seems to be warming up to him. That little boy knows how to wrap everybody around his paw, and I’m so glad for it. It will make this process go much easier for him. 

I’m driving the four and a half hours home today without the companion who rode shotgun to get here. It will be a bittersweet trip, but I know I’ve done the right thing. He’s going to have a wonderful life, thanks to my friends, and I’m grateful for that. 

I’m going to rest when I get home and stitch later. 

Tag will be to back tomorrow. 

In Gratitude,

Donna

A Quick Update…

 

Trevor found the (nearly) perfect perch in the sun. The Labrador/Corgi booger-smeared window wasn’t optimal, but he didn’t seem to care. I, on the other hand, am horrified to admit how filthy that window panel is, and that I actually shared it with you! (Believe me. I’ll definitely take care of that!)

The great news is that he and I are in Minnesota as I write this. A dear friend has formally adopted him and has asked me to remain his Aunty. Once she committed to be his new, forever Mom, I called my sister to see how she’d feel about a weekend guest, and loaded us into the Explorer for the drive north. I arrived at Di’s house just after 8 pm. 

I’ll share photos and more about Trevor’s new owners on Monday. I’m thrilled that he has a wonderful home and loving people to live with now. 

After they pick him up at Di’s today, she and I will hang out until Sunday afternoon, when I’ll head back home. Check back on Monday for more info about Trevor’s new family. 

I’m so very grateful. 

Donna ❤️

Tuesdays With Tag - Another Squatter...

 Hi Everybody!

Well, it appears we have yet another short-term resident here at the farmhouse. Yep. He's already got a name, too. Meet Trevor.

Yesterday mornin' Mom went out to feed Claudette and Crystal, when she heard a new meow. She turned around to see the girls hissin' and spittin' and growlin' at this cat. He's skinny, and so hungry that he trotted right past the tag team to their food. Mom had an extra can of wet food in her hands, so she put it down for him. He was ravenously hungry. 

The girls wanted to clean his clock, so Mom intervened to avoid feline fisticuffs. She also noticed that he had a nasty wound on his back end, and wondered just what sort of creature had hurt him. She fed the girls their own food, and sprung into action. She ran out to the barn and got the cat carrier, and as soon as he took a break from the chow, she covered him with a towel (she didn't want to get scratched or worse if he didn't like her plan), and he just cuddled into her. She placed him, and the remainin' food into the carrier with plans to take him to the rescue so a vet could see him. (They didn't open until noon.)

She covered the carrier with a blanket to warm him up, and the little guy drifted right off to sleep. At noon, she put him in her Explorer and drove to town. She found out there was "no room at the inn", but they did scan him to see if he had a chip (no), and checked out his wound. Our shelter friend said it was already healin' well, but we could swab some Neosporin™ on it to help it along.

Mom headed back home, and as long as she had her fingers in the carrier door, Trevor leaned on them, and went back to sleep. Even bein' in a car didn't bother him! She made a bunch of calls and sent messages to see if anyone would love to be a new cat mom, but no luck yesterday. She put up a post on FB and has her fingers crossed. 

When they got back home, she pulled in the garage and he was still sleepin' so she just left him there. We think he was havin' the first safe sleep he'd had in some time. 

About an hour later, Mom went back to her car, opened the carrier and Trevor came out, crawled on her lap, started purrin' and went right back to sleep. She stayed there with him for almost three hours. He ate some more, and she gave him water, too.

She put him in the carrier and took him to the barn. When she showed him the litter box, he used it, and crawled right back into the carrier. Last night he slept in the back hallway in his carrier, and Mom will keep tryin' to find a forever home for him.

The lady at the shelter said she should be able to take him in two weeks from now, and he's scheduled for nooterin', rabies shot and a good goin' over. Then he can be adopted out. Truthfully, though...Mom would like to find someone herself who will take him in and give him a forever, lovin' home. We think he deserves that much. He's so dang sweet. I'm mean, look at that face!

This is a hobo sign for a kind-hearted woman. Mom used to have a sign like this, but gave it to a dear friend decades ago. She'd really like one to put on the front porch, but it seems that the cats already know it and are spreadin' the word. We all think we're pretty lucky to be sharin' her with the less fortunate, and we're not givin' up on findin' that home for Trevor.

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then... 

"Been There, Chewed That!"