|Pinky Cat of Santa Cruz a few days after adoption.|
He is on top of his little brother, Shadow.
I was told you were fine. Was it an adventure for you? I can imagine it was, my little guy. I understand you adjusted well, you loved and were loved. You were quite the lovey boy! You were always right out there ready to take on the world, investigating everything. You were afraid of nothing!
Ninja would growl at you, but that wasn't a problem.All the other cats gave way to Ninja! But, you just walked right up to him and stuck your nose in his face as if to say "how do ya do". I never saw you back down once. You were so outgoing! I understand that is because you were your mama's first born. That's also why we gave the name, "Shadow" to your brother. You led the way and he followed you, like a shadow.
|They lost their feral mom cat so young. |
They nursed on whatever they could... usually me.
Rather than return Shadow to the wild, or put him to sleep because he was "too feral" to be adopted, the shelter people offered for me to keep your brother. Of course I said yes. I wasn't sure if Shadow would be the same. Would he be wild and untame because of his experiences in the shelter? But, I love him, too. Do you miss your brother?
My heart aches for you Pinky of Santa Cruz. I shall always call you that in the hopes that some day whoever adopted you will read this blog and know you had loving care. And if by any chance whatsoever that they need to find a new home for you, perhaps they will let me know.