Its no secret that I have a special soft spot for senior pets when they become homeless. In a world where a three month old 'teenage' cat is considered by many to be past their 'best before' adoption date, senior kittizens really get the short end of the stick.
To be perfectly honest ... while kind hearts seem to be waking up to the mellow delights of senior dog adoption, senior kittizens can still wait for months and more for their own lucky day.
Gosh ... Freddie from ARC waited a full calendar year ... Friday has been waiting for months and (her) Majesty down in Yarmouth is practically on the shelter inventory!
So it was a real pleasure to have a chance to meet the two sweet senior kittizens that have come into HART's care yesterday when I popped by for tea. They have lived together for all of their lives and in human years would actually be considered young teenagers. ( The subject of how a 13 ish year old cat is more middle aged than senior these days is a well worn hobby horse of mine that has ....and likely soon will again ... get a separate post all of its own:)
They are such a well oiled team that Laurie would like them to have the opportunity to be the only cats in their new home. She did think that they got along well with dogs ... its just other cats that seem to intimidate them, eh?
So how did this pair of beauties become homeless? Did their human die? Were they left on some back country road to fend for themselves?
Nope ... if they could play the guitar they could sing you a sad old country song about how their mom left town and dad's new girlfriend doesn't want them around ....sigh. Before the keyboards catch on fire ... in my fifty six years of living I have not seen one single solitary instance with either friends or family where the relationship with a new partner who insisted that the old pet had to go has actually lasted. In other words ... to paraphrase Eric Segal ... Love means never asking your partner to do something they will be sorry for, eh?
Honestly ... I was in tears on my way home. These are two of the sweetest cats I have ever met! Nesta just perched at patting height on the cat tower in the spare room and I suspect he would have stayed there as long as I was petting and talking to him.
Kaya was a little quieter ... as if this gentle soul is still wondering why life took such a turn.
What time is it? It is time for everyone to put on their thinking caps and try to help these well behaved, wonderful, middle aged cats find a second chance at love.
What greater gift than the love of a cat? Charles Dickens
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