“Lollygagging”
- Post date June 21, 2019
Tag: foster cats
Meet our latest arrivals, Bourbon Street and Mardi Gras. These two party kitties may look ready to drop the hottest album of the Summer, but they are quite shy and have come to us for socialization to human interaction. It’s early days but they are slowly starting to warm-up to having us hang around their jam sessions.
Introducing our latest arrival, Roby. Roby, aka Rocket Roby, aka Wreck It Roby, is in foster after undergoing a tail amputation—hence the stylish plastic cone. He’s quite the departure from all our previous foster cats. He is a non-stop ball of energy and a real bull in a china shop. We’ve had to hide all our breakables and have started the process of acclimatizing him to his new, much shorter tail—which he tends to attack.
I am very pleased to announce that Snooker has been adopted. Diana and I are sad to see him go—and will miss his extremely loud purring, feeding time head butts and toothless love bites—but are very glad that this old feral has found a furever home.
Ladybug: Snooker’s staring at me again, isn’t he? Listen bubba, I’ve had just about enou…
Snooker: Girl, I have no idea what you’re on about.
Ladybug: …
Snooker: …
Ladybug: FML
Ladybug is the first cat we ever fostered. She came to us in May 2018 with a very funky haircut and serious intestinal issues. Now, ten months and lots of food trials later, her fur has grown back and she is on a grocery store bought, grain-free dry food that agrees with her. She is a wonderful cat who loves seeking out a lap to lie on in often head-scratchingly awkward poses. Ladybug is now officially available for adoption via the Toronto Human Society website: Animal ID No. 38227981
You can view more photos of Ladybug here.
Snooker (a.k.a. Bubba a.k.a. Snookerdoodle a.k.a. Bubbaganoush) has progressed by leaps and bounds since the last photo of him I posted. In just over three months, this former feral has gone from being scared by most human interaction—only allowing himself to be pet via a soft duster on a long pole—to sleeping with us most of the night and even jumping up of the couch to curl-up between us while watching tv. A few more months and this toothless wonder might even turn into a lap cat.
