Last weekend Julie & her hubby Ian took me out to Ingrid’s Haven; a cat no-kill rescue run by surprisingly enough a woman named Ingrid and her many minions, I mean volunteers, and housing over 200 cats.
I went specifically to look at two cats that I could give a good home to. Moshie has only one eye and has been at the Haven for most of her 5 years of life, always being passed over. Jane was relatively new to the Haven but was highly traumatized, also had only one eye and a broken jaw that had reset badly. Both these cats needed a little extra attention which I felt in my current arrangement of being home in a quiet environment 24/7 I could offer. Otherwise if my home wasn’t suitable for either of these, I could perhaps rescue a senior cat who is used to a quiet home and just wants a comfy lap and some company for the remainder of their days.
SO off we went. We took an age to find the place. I think there has to be a happy middle ground somewhere between not wanting to advertise for fear of attracting those who want to dump their animals, and signposts somewhere, anywhere, for those who are legitimately coming to visit for the intent of adopting. If I didn’t have my heart set on the two I did, we would have given up and gone to another shelter. It took four phone calls to find the entrance of the place from the main road.
Once there, we found Moshie easily enough, and I could get her to talk to me. I was happy enough that this would work. We went off to find Jane anyway. Coming close to Jane was impossible. She was highly traumatized and easily bullied by the other cats. Although it tore my heart out, I couldn’t bring Jane home with me, as Abby would bully her. Abby will bully if the other cat doesn’t stand its ground.
So it was back to Moshie. I spent nearly two hours in the enclosure with Moshie. Unfortunately, the more comfortable she became with me, the more some really bad traits started to emerge. She scratched me and dug claws into me to get attention. That could be worked on, that’s something I’ve dealt with before. But she also started to violently attack any other cat that came near me. This was the opposite extreme. I talked it over with Julie and we both came to the conclusion that I could not bring Moshie home to Abby. Moshie would attack Abby and drive her away.
So with much disappointment in my heart, Julie and I walked amongst the other enclosures, starting with the senior cats. There were so many cats, it was quite late in the afternoon and I had run out of capacity to judge this cat versus that cat.
We were heading back to the car with a discussion of coming back the following weekend when we stopped at one final enclosure. Julie had spied a gorgeous juvenile cat with light tortoiseshell markings and had to say hello. And that was when I saw her.
I saw her. She meowed at me. Heart lost. Decision made. I knew nothing about her, I had made no judgements, I just knew in my heart that she was coming home with us.
Meet Little Miss. Official Name: Miss Appropriate.
Yes she is a Scottish Fold
So then we find out that she is new to the Haven. So new she hasn’t quite served out her 10 day mandatory waiting period yet. So I discussed it with Julie and Ian and a second trip was planned to collect her.
On the way home we discussed many names, even plundering Google for Gaelic terms and finally decided on Miss Appropriate. She misappropriated my heart. She’s only seven months old, she’s as cute as can be, she wouldn’t have problems getting adopted. She was not what I went out to the shelter with all of my good intentions looking for. But she stole my heart with one look. The same happened with Abby. The same happened with Trouble. So I took it as a sign and she is here.
Little Miss (known as Lassie at the Haven – I was not going to call a cat Lassie!) seems to be settling in here with the most remarkable of ease. I’ve already rung Julie once with “I’m the worst cat-mum in the world” and been calmed down. But honestly, she is fabulous and already a lap cat.
Abby tried pushing her a little but Little Miss stood her ground. She’s not attacked Abby as far as I know. There’s been a little bristled fur when one comes upon the other unexpectedly, but it is still in the first couple of days!
Already the cats seem to be separating the house into your part and my part. Abby has ceded the lounge to Little Miss, but Miss doesn’t come into the bedroom. Abby has the cat tree but Miss sleeps on the dining room chairs.
Miss has already had one litter of kittens, she still has the sutures from surgery. She had no clue what curtains were, or cat toys. So she’s slowly learning to play. She loves the cat tunnels as does Abby so I’m really hoping the two of them will play together at some point.
Fingers crossed. She’s made so many strides in just a few days.
Oh as for the little pale tortoiseshell that Julie fell for? Ian was very firm with their “two laps means two cats” policy. So I suspect their two existing cats are on notice to pull up their socks 🙂