After two months of getting through the loss of precious Sugar Cube, Jesse and I felt we were ready to get another cat, or if I could persuade, two cats. So, for my birthday (Feb 7th), Jesse asked me to guess what I thought my present from him was going to be....now, this is typically dangerous waters as it is usually something I wouldn't have considered and/or not what I suggested in previous hints or outright proclamations.
Well, I decided to take the bait again and guessed..... a cat? BINGO! After 7 years of marriage, we finally were on the same page!!!
We were both excited, me primarily that I was getting a cat/kitten (or potentially 2), and he was excited that what he thought of was something I'd actually want (I too, was also excited about this union of mind).
So, on a Saturday, we traveled over to the Pima Animal Control Center...after paroosing Craig's list and other cat adoption websites, I thought it easier to find our newest member(s) of our family by personally showing up to PACC and saving a cat's life.
We both wanted a kitten, but I also wanted to have 2 to be buddies, and to rescue an older cat. Thus, I managed to persuade Jesse into looking for two cats.
Ok, so walking into these shelters just rips my heart out. They funnel you through the first large dog room where dog after dejected dog lies on the floor, begs at their gate door, or barks for your attention. I just knew we'd be walking out with 30 dogs...and we hadn't even hit the cat room which is in the back of the center after you pass by two more dog rooms.
Finally we reached the cat room, and yes, I was ready to adopt them all. No, I'm not a cat-hoarder, but they were all so pitiful lonely and scared that my heart broke again. As I walked around each cage, I tried to give them a warm smile and not appear to favor one over the other. Just like the dogs, there were some that laid there with no hope, others reaching out through the cage, and others meowing and twirling to get attention. Oh my. Well, right away we saw that there was only one kitten and his name was "Skittles"...ding...he was one of the winners! Too cute and again, reaching through the cage for attention. Skittles' history was that he was a stray and brought in to the shelter.
So, now we're down to the next one. Our second choice, a fuzzy, red cat about 1-2 years, was already adopted...poop. We both love red tabbies and had hoped to get one. So, the search continued. I happened upon a small Siamese female that was twirling like a ballerina to get my attention. Oh, she was so cute! I was also looking at two other cats, both males and both over 2 years old. But, as I was watching the white ballerina twirl and reach for me, just above her I saw 'Fatso'. "Fatso" had the saddest eyes and the most pitiful quiet meow. He had adorable chipmunk cheeks and his coloring was exactly like "Skittles"..brown tabby. He was about 2 years old and calculating from the sign on the cage, appeared to have been there at the shelter since early December...almost 2 months... We also learned he was given to the PACC from a previous owner, so that was my guess as to why he seemed so sad.
I asked Jesse to come over and check out 'Fatso' and he immediately liked him, too. Now was the next step, which was to take the two cats to the 'get-to-know-you room' and see how they responded to each other. Right away, 'Skittles' wanted to play with 'Fatso', and although 'Fatso' didn't want to play, he didn't outright reject 'Skittles'. After a few moments, 'Fatso' took a slight interest and we all saw hope. And voila! The 'Boys', as they have affectionally been named by us, were on the track to adoption. A shot here, an ID injection there, and a mountain of paperwork to fill....yes, it's the government (and people actually expect it to run successful health care, ehhmmm)...plus a nice chuck of change...yikes....and the two were ours!
Now, time for a name change! Immediately, 'Fatso' looked like a Gus or a George to me...for a while I called him Gus, but finally settled on "George". Definitely had to get rid of those names! Skittles? He became "Mac"...again, much thought and finally decided on a double namesake to one of our favorite theologians/bible teachers, Dr. John MacArthur, as well as our favorite kind of computer...a MAC.....thus, "Skittles' became "Mac"......George and Mac, a perfect pair!
Well, when one adopts through the shelter, part of the harang is that the animal is spayed or neutered. So, after we got the cats out of their cages, let them play, and signed away our lives, they were put back into their cages to wait till Monday for the surgeries...I'm sure they were bummed to go back...what a nasty trick. But, come Monday, both Jesse and I were excited about picking up The Boys and didn't mind the drive completely across town.
After getting them home, I noticed something about George's neuter site that didn't seem right. I noticed that he was aggressively grooming 'the site' and noticed that the 'problem' was worse the next day. So, the first vet call was made. I couldn't get the cats in for their initial check-up until Wednesday. But, once there, the vet noticed the same thing I saw and we both felt we should take him back to the shelter for a recheck with their docs. I did; dropped him off on Friday morning and picked up later that afternoon. What I thought was a half-baked neuter was actually an aggressive grooming which started the day after his surgery while he was still in their care....long story. Anyway, because he needed to heal and he was an aggressive groomer, we had to put on 'The Cone of Shame'...an E-collar. The original collar was a nice, ocean blue fabric one that allowed some freedom, but sadly, would eventually allow him to lick the healing site. So, this moved his week of healing into an 11-day healing regiment in a standard, hard E-collar. Poor guy. But he was a great sport, and even managed to run all over the house, playing and wrestling with Mac...of course, Mac was trying to take advantage of The Collar.
Now, adopting from a shelter is always a crap-shoot....don't know what you're going to get, really. Our big concerns were that both cats would get along AND both would tolerate children. Well, we have certainly been blessed as George is THE MOST PATIENT cat I've owned....we took them both up to Vegas with us to visit my brother and his family about 2 weeks after we adopted them. This was the true test! The kitten, Mac, ran and hid most of the time, which I figured he would do, but George, good 'ol George, just hung around where everyone was and let the kids pet, pull, and play with him...it was great!!! I think it is a combination of his personality and his gratefulness to be adopted that kept (and keeps) him so patient and sweet. But, they both survived, and since have been interjected among other adults and children visiting our home.
They have been such a delight so far as they play all day between naps. I've eventually introduced them to the backyard, which they love, and found the 'trouble spots' where they can escape and fixed those. But as they both don't like being by themselves and without the other, they tend to stick close to the house, and at times, coming to the back door to 'ask' me to come outside with them. They even follow each other to the 'toilet--litterbox', including when I go ....just like kids! I just love them! So, the following are some general photos...I've got video I can probably add at some point to show their spirit.
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