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In the year Willie has been here, DCIN hasn't once promoted him for adoption. He's such a good boy, never starting any trouble although he is sometimes in the thick of it. Willie and Casey...my tabbies...wrestle all the time. Casey likes Willy, I think, because Willie makes Casey look slim. They are well suited physically, but Willie is more rotund. What is it about tabby boys and that thick rear end thing?
Jackson terrorized Willie at first, as Jacks is prone to do with all kitties. Jacks has two speeds---0 mph and 100 mph, and he does strafing runs. But Willie has learned to listen for Jackson's heavy-footed approach and maneuver himself into a position or location where Jackson's not-so-stealth pouncing is difficult. Jacks often lets the much-less-agile Willie chase him, bringing his speed down so that Willie can keep up. My house has a kitchen-hallway-living room-dining room-kitchen circle. When they first started their chasing game, Jackson went so fast that he would be right behind Willie at about lap 1.75. Now, during their chases Jackson does not move like a bullet but more like he is jumping hurdles. That allows Willie to keep up.
My diva Nellie has a decided dislike for this slow, clumsy interloper. Nellie is a tiny thing, about 8 pounds and a flying cat, and she will corner the cowering 13 pound Willie in my bedroom (her throne room) and thump him about the neck and face just because she can. She knows Willie's dinner and bed times (he spends those times in his separate bedroom) and she will either hide under or lay defiantly on the bed and plot her terror plans. (Should we miss her presence there at bed time, and they spend the night together in Willie's room, Willie is a quivering mass the next morning.) Or Nellie will lay at the top of the stairs or in the doorway, and Willie is too fearful to go past her.
Aside from his well-established routines with the resident cats, Willie has his own routine. He comes out of his room about 7am every day and spends most of the day on a chair or floor pillow on the catio. He is one with nature, enthralled with the backyard squirrels and birds and the rain and wind. Jackson sometimes joins Willie there and they sit together on the table; their heads moving in tandem watching the critters outside their screen barrier. When I am working in the kitchen, Willie usually comes in from the catio to ask whether I am interested in giving him food. When he helps me make Jim's dinner, I call him Chef Willem. He comes into the house when Jim gets home in the afternoon and seeks out a favored napping spot. Jim's lap if Casey isn't there, the back of Jim's couch, or the ottoman in my bedroom, where he always lays on his back and splays his legs. He may even spend a few minutes laying on my chest when I am in the recliner, purring that a snack would be welcome.
Willie is a happy boy and loves it here (despite Nellie's terror). I have thought that there is a better home for him out there, but then I think of the upheaval he has been been through since DCIN has known him. Abandoned (unaltered) at a barn in NC and DXd diabetic there, fostering at a sanctuary-type rescue in VA and immediately OTJ, traveling an extended ground transport to a new home where two of the resident cats said "no new kittehs allowed," and now here for a year. I sometimes ask Jim about Willie's future and he doesn't doesn't commit to our adopting Willie but he also doesn't seem too happy with not having Sweet Willem here.
I think this is an auspicious day to tell Willie and the rest of the kitties that Willie is furever home. ~Venita
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September 4, 2012--Suzanne writes:
I really lucked out when I adopted Norman. The silliness and cuteness factor is off the charts. He loves to snuggle, or just hang out close to you. He truly embodies happiness and love. When I met him for the first time, it took me all of about 5 minutes to realize how special he is.*********************************************************************************
Sadly, two of my three cats did not take to him. While I've seen some hissing and pawing in the past introducing cats, I was now seeing full-on attacks on poor Norman. I tried my best to change this behavior, but nothing seemed to work. Norman was getting increasingly stressed, as were my other cats.
Venita and her husband Jim stepped in to offer to foster him, and to take the time to help Norman recover from this recent trauma. There couldn't have been a better option for him.
I will always hold Norman close to my heart, and I miss him so very much. Please send peace and acceptance vibes to Venita's cats so they accept this sweet boy, as he is so deserving of a loving and safe home.
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Norman is a very dear boy.
~Venita
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August 4, 2012--Next weekend, I will be in DC for the No-Kill Nation annual conference. While I am there, Norman's foster Mom will bring him to me and he will stay for a few days at Spa Venita before he finishes his trip north to his new home and heart. His adoptive Mom is very exciting to bring him home. We still have details to work out and will let you know about them. ~Venita
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