If anybody ever doubts the collective power of the purr, just keep
reading.
Do you remember the Stripey Kitten's picture that I posted yesterday,
with the big sore in its head? We went at 1 p.m. to the vet, was
diagnosed as an injury, not ringworm. So I got his snap test, worming,
1st kitten shots and went straight to the shelter with him.
When we got there, there was a woman from a neighboring town with no
shelter, looking for a cat marked like her RB cat. Stripey Kitten was
*exactly* the coat pattern she was looking for. She paid out, asked us
to babysit while she went to Wal Mart for "cat things." She came back
with a carload of toys, a bed, a scratching post, canned food, litter.
She was unconcerned that the kitten looked so scraggly and understood
that he'll be a whole different looking cat once he gets fed regular.
It's a really good forever home. I know it.
The bad news is, Angel isn't adjusting very well. She can't be let out
of the cage because she acts so ugly to the other kittens. It just
broke my heart to see her in that cage. The shelter manager said
they'll give her some time out of the cage by putting the other kittens
up for a while. And give her another chance to integrate in a few days.
The other kitten is doing good. Another kitten came in that next day
that was marked just like her. The volunteers say they people think
they are littermates because they are best buds and sleep together.
So it's one down, and two to go. :-)

Sherry