Wednesday, January 16, 2019

And Along Came T-bone


LUCY BURDETTE: I've had a cat in my life ever since the year I turned 13. I was desperate for two things for that birthday--Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees, and a kitten. My mother was wise enough to agree to the kitten. It was January, though, and not the kitten season. She found one who'd been returned to the pound by his adoptive family. We called him Tigger, and I still have the receipt stamped "No Refund."

You might remember that both of our furry family members died this past summer. I have missed them terribly and worried I'd never find animal friends so wonderful. And I needed time to grieve, and negotiate what would be next with John.

But Monday my birthday came around again (a frightening number of years past 13) and I decided, with much encouragement, to go take a look at the Florida Keys animal shelter.


The shelter is located out on Stock Island, and it's tiny and bursting with animals. The volunteers and workers are very eager to get to the new building, most likely in February. This is the office and waiting room--on the other end was a gray cat in a cage named "Saucy," a gila monster, hamsters, an enormous snake, and many birds. And this being Key West, there was a rooster behind a gate.

My friend Stan went with me--I can't begin to describe how overwhelming it was to see 60 cats in four tiny rooms...How to choose? I was thinking of a tiger, either yellow like Tigger, or gray like Evinrude in the Key West mysteries. 

This guy had nice stripes...



Black cat on shelf

Cat in sink



Rocky was adorable but he seemed very shy

We met T-bone, who'd been spotted by a friend from the gym...

And then along came Ramp, a very frisky kitten who launched himself onto my chest and clung there purring...



I said to Stan, "I guess I've been chosen." So we went back to the office and told them I'd sign on for Ramp.

"Oh," said Del, the administrative assistant, "Ramp has a lot of heat around him." (Cat-shelter speak for he's hot.) "We've got four applications already on him."

"Ok, what about T-bone?"

"He has a hold application on him, too."

So I went back home, disappointed and unable to choose another. Two days later, my gym friend emailed again with photos of T-bone:




He greeted me at the door 
Played and purred
Followed me to the other rooms

The people with the hold are not ‘this cat specific’

Go adopt him

And so I did. He spent the first couple hours in the laundry room while I read in the hall and chatted with him. 


"T-bone, what do you know about social media?" I asked.

"Not much, mom, but I can learn."

And then he came out and there's no going back...

At the end of his first day...(gotta love the two-toned paw...)



And here's the next morning...



I admit to being completely besotted. So you'll be seeing lots of T-bone! And ps, here he is at the Marathon Vet Hospital on Monday, because yes, he developed a virus and got sick as a proverbial dog 4 days in. He says he's fine now, thanks for asking.



And here he is yesterday, feeling very much better and very much at home. 
Stripes on stripes

Thanks to my sister Sue, Bunnie, Leigh, Renee, Cheryl, and Stan for nudging me along. And to the wonderful folks at the SPCA who rescue so many animals and take care of what they need so they can find homes. If you're looking for a cat, go there....

If you had or have a special animal friend in your life, how did you find them?

77 comments:

  1. Aaww, your T-bone is adorable! [And it’s good to know he’s feeling better.]
    We almost always had dogs when we were growing up . . . somehow, they always found us rather than us seeking them out.

    The girls adopted three kittens who took refuge in our garage one day and they remained with us [even through a move or two] the rest of their lives. They were a lively bunch . . . spent some time up inside John’s van somewhere, surviving some twenty miles of California freeway without incident, only to jump out from wherever they were hiding when John got to work that morning. So I got a call to come down to the police station and pick up the cats he’d had to corral from the parking lot . . . .

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I love the idea that your pets found you! We were visiting friends in Tennessee many years ago and they had a kitten. The kitten disappeared while we were visiting. It turned out he had hidden underneath the car and they drove into town without realizing. The fire department found him several days later a couple miles from the house!

      Delete
  2. Aw, T-bone looks so happy with you! My two current cats were supposed to be fosters from a local rescue organization. Well, you know how that goes. After a few days they decided they were going to live here permanently. Who was I to argue?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You can’t argue! I think fostering animals and giving them up would be very very hard. I always thought fostering children would be impossible also.

      Delete
  3. He is adorable! I do hope he ends up n one of your books. I mean, with a name like T-bone, how could he NOT be wrapped up in mystery!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks Deb! We are thinking that over, and deciding where he goes. Maybe they need a kitten to join Evinrude and Sparky?

      Delete
  4. I'm so pleased you found him! Each of our cats has a role in each of my series, and it's especially sweet to have the late Birdy still with me in the Country Store Mysteries. I got the little tuxedo when my friend said her colleague, who fosters kittens, had a really sweet one she was bringing into work. Birdy had been bottle fed the first weeks of his life and he LOVED people. I could carry him around on my shoulder. He was still as curious and mischievous as a kitten until a week before he died at 14.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. He sounds like a real winner Edith! I love that you have him living on in your books

      Delete
  5. No pets in my life now. I had dogs growing up of course. I'm not sure how we got the first dog since my parents had him before I was born. Otherwise, we adopted them from shelters as far as I know.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I think that’s sweet that you were greeted by a dog when you came home Jay!

      Delete
  6. We have a ginger who looks a lot like T-Bone and we all adore him (Jimmy Crackhead when he's being antic)--he came from the local shelter and we liked him so much, we went back for his sister so each of the guys could have their own kitten. The older two--one was found as a kitten and rescued by youngest nephew's friends and the other was from a litter of barn cats from another of youngest's friends. (The first two smuggled in when I wasn't looking--how do you say no to a kitten who's already made itself at home?). And I love the photos of T-Bone sleeping--yep, he knows he's home!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You can’t say no to a kitten who is decided to live there! T-bone does have a lot of self-confidence, which was a trait we loved in our Yoda

      Delete
  7. What a beautiful kitty! Orange kitties are extra special. Does he talk a lot?

    Our kitties are both rescues. My Misty was rescued by a vet tech. Mama barn cat died when Misty and her sister Cinder were only a week old. They were bottle fed and loved by our vet and his staff and lived in his office until I adopted Misty and my Mom-in-law adopted Cinder. They are beautiful Russian Blue types with plush gray fur and green eyes.

    We adopted our tiny black Liberty on the 4th of July after she was dumped in a friend's yard with her siblings. She's tiny with shiny black fur and huge green eyes.

    We are so lucky that these kitties made their way to us! They keep love it when I work at home where they can supervise my every move. They are also lifeguards who make sure I don't drown in the bathtub.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Aren't you lucky, Cathy! Lifeguards. LOL

      Delete
    2. Yes I love that you have lifeguards! T-bone does a lot of chirping, though other yellow cat so I’ve had did not. He’s extra special I think. (I told you, completely besotted.)

      Delete
  8. Beautiful kitty! You certainly chose well. I've had cats forever and I cannot imagine being without one, even though my dog thinks I would manage just fine.
    My white kitty, Swee'pea was a true rescue. One rainy night almost 10 years ago my granddaughter heard kitty noises near her house. There was a kitten under the hood of a truck. I had recently moved into my house and although I was planning to get another cat soon, it certainly wasn't at 9:00 at night so I told her no when she called me. Twenty minutes later my son and his family showed up with "my" new kitten. She's been here ever since and so have 2 I got from people who had a bunch of kittens that needed homes.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Your kids are persistent! They know it’s soft touch and it sounds like it worked out as it should have

      Delete
  9. T-Bone is outstanding. I'm so glad you're adding pets back into the mix at your house. One of my cats--Ella--has a two-toned foot, too. She's a tortie tabby, with a lot of subtle orange in the mix, and two little peach-colored toes.

    My ideal is to have two dogs and two cats. At the moment I have four dogs and three cats, but nobody around the house to tell me no, so . . .

    When I lived out in the country, dogs and cats just showed up. I had a small colony of barn cats that I fed, and people dumped dogs in our area all the time. When I moved to town I brought four cats and two dogs along for the adventure. Those two dogs were senior citizens, and are no longer with me. One of the cats escaped from the house and disappeared into the night.

    And then I started volunteering for a dog rescue group. I met the oldest of the dogs I have now at PetSmart. When I adopted him, I thought I'd get a female as my second dog--preferably a classic black and white border collie. While I was waiting for her to show up, I fostered a poor rag-bag of a dog with plenty of spirit but no hair due to major allergies. Chess was on the euthanasia list at the shelter when I pulled him, but he began to rebound as soon as we figured out what was wrong with him. About that time I found the female dog of my dreams, and she is all I wanted her to be--smart, steady, loving but firm in enforcing the laws. I call her "Sheriff" Zoe. So my plan was on track. I had three cats instead of two, but I had my two dogs and, once foster dog Chess was adopted, I'd be set, right?

    Only, of course, the moment Chess grew all his hair back and people started showing interest in adopting him, I thought, "Like hell!" so he is mine forever, and I resigned myself to three dogs. I fostered a lot of dogs after that, and was happy to see them come and go until the last one, Kata, who has a mysterious way of getting what she wants without seeming to exert any pressure at all. What she wanted was to stay with me and my pack, and a whole bunch of different circumstances combined to make that seem like the most logical thing to do. I'm still not sure how she did it, but she not only has a forever home here, she has inserted herself into my book-in-progress. Where she'll go from there is anyone's guess. That girl has ambitions.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You are a pet Angel Gigi! John would like me to use the word pet, not pets Lol

      Delete
    2. I love my cats, but I can't imagine life without a dog.

      Delete
  10. T-Bone is adorable and looks very happy he's found such an awesome forever home. I lost my beloved cocker spaniel, Stuart, last winter, and it was devastating. Just this week my daughter and i went to look at two cockers at the local shelter. They are brothers -- Henry and Ben. They are older and have some health issues, but unbelievably sweet and full of energy for older dogs. I'm thinking it's meant to be, since there probably won't be many people interested in adopting them.

    So glad you found T-Bone!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I have to add that I love reading everyone's adoption stories. Warm fuzzies to start the day!

      Delete
    2. Oh Mary, very sorry about Stuart. It does sound like those two guys are waiting for you…

      Delete
  11. What a precious kitten T-bone is! Love his color!

    Our most recent cat came to us from a boy in the neighborhood, whose yellow lab had brought him home in his soft mouth. The boy's grandmother wouldn't let him keep the kitten, so he was walking around the area, asking people if they wanted it. When he told us that if no one wanted it, he was going to put it over the fence of a woman who feeds stray cats, we took the kitten! He weighed only 9 ounces and was smaller than the TV remote. That was 12 years ago. Now Eddie is fat and happy, and is on a diet, having made up for early deprivation!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Wow, I love the story of the lab bringing the kitten home.

      Delete
    2. That's a wonderful story! So glad Eddie found you, and you him.

      Delete
  12. I love your story. And he is absolutely perfect. He's beautiful. Very handsome. We have four adopted kitties and I can not imagine life without them. Thanks so much for sharing him. I hope you continue to regale us with stories of T-bone.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I’ll try to dole it out so the non-animal people don’t get sick of hearing about T-bones LOL

      Delete
  13. T-Bone is a handsome boy, Roberta. I wish him a long, happy and healthy life with you and John.

    We have had many, many animals, but only two domestic. Because Steve's dad wrote a weekly column in the Sunday Cincinnati Enquirer about animals and nature, people used to drop off all kinds of wild critters. In addition to all kinds of birds, including ducks, turkeys, quail, and an owl or two, we had foxes, rabbits, a couple coyotes, owls, a weasel, a skunk (who was very polite and never sprayed anyone), squirrels (grey, flying), raccoons, and a whole family of my least favorite, possums. They all lived down the street at the studio, though.

    When Steve and I were newlyweds he traveled six months of the year, so we decided to get a dog. I saw a sign that said "Free Puppies", and ended up with the cutest little male pup, half Sheltie and half Shepherd. Knife (he was supposed to be my protector, ha) was adorable, but a slut. He kept running away to the neighbors', who ended up keeping him. They were elderly, and needed him more than I did.

    Peaches & Cream Tigerlily Maslowski adopted us one bitterly cold winter. I'm very allergic, but the girls wanted a cat so bad, our neighbor fixed up a wonderful warm home for her out on our screened porch. I later learned that my middle daughter used to bring her in the house to "show her around" when I wasn't there.

    Peaches was an independent soul, though, and took off again a year or so later, as mysteriously as she had appeared.

    I've had the blessed good fortune to have had some of the most wonderful granddogs, too. Sebastian was the best, a shelter pup with a lot of border collie in him, but blonde. The smartest dog I ever knew.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. There are blonde border collies. It's not a very common color because the golden coat is a recessive trait, but they are definitely out there. Ms. Kata is a blonde.

      Delete
  14. We lost our original standard poodle, Toby, and decided to become a one-day household. After five months, I was walking our remaining on a bleak, gray, November day and wham! It hit me. I had to have another dog. I called the local poodle club placement coordinator, had an interview, had my references checked, and two days later, received a phone call. Our black puppy Jazz was waiting for us two hours north, outside Columbus. The rest is history.

    ReplyDelete
  15. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete

  16. OH SO CUTE! And that paw is rockstar.

    I found Lola at the animal shelter in Atlanta. I had gone to get a fluffy gray, but when I walked by Lola's cage, she stuck her paw out and batted me. So that was that. She was SO tiny she could not go up stairs because she wasn't tall enough to put her front paws on the upper step while her back paws were on the lower. We were together until she was 20! And I still dream about her. She tells me--yes---she's fine.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Lola was tortoiseshell. And she was very proud of that. Jonathan was SO allergic to her, so she made sure to sit on his lap as much as she could.

      Delete
    2. Too funny! I'm sure Lola had the best intentions...
      Fantastic story about how Lola found you. Glad she's fine. :)

      Delete
  17. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete

  18. And I found Leon while I was out running in Atlanta. This tiny tiny kitten was being tormented by some kids. I was so outraged that I stopped, and said--hey. Is that your cat? And they said no, they'd found him. I swooped him up and took him home. Lola hid in the closet, seething. I told Leon he was going to the cat shelter because I could not have two cats. That cat, seriously, juggled, and danced, and told jokes and cuddled and generally was so insistently irresistible that I gave in. I named him Leon because I' found him on Ponce deLeon Avenue. Truly, funniest smartest cat ever. He died at 14, and he and Lola never acknowledged that the other existed.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I love that the two cats snubbed each other for life. I used to have a pair of cats like that.

      Delete
    2. FOR LIFE. They wouldn't even be in the same room. There is not one photo of them together. so funny!

      Delete
    3. that's so funny Hank. Never tempted to adopt another one? As you told me LOL, one may be out there waiting for you...

      Delete
    4. I'm so glad you stopped and helped Leon.

      Delete
  19. A friend found our cat Eloise in the Bowery on a cold night. So tiny he had to be bottle fed. We took him (turned out Eloise was male) off her hands and enjoyed him for 5 happy years until I got so sick with bronchitis and asthma that we had to give him up. LOVE kitties. The nice ones, anyway. Nasty cats (my sister had a hisser named Pickle. Aptly named.) I can do without.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. we'll tell T-bone he can't sleep with you when you come to visit

      Delete
  20. Two weeks after my elderly cat passed away this summer I decided to visit the local Humane Society adoption center "just to look" because it was too soon to adopt again. Apparently it wasn't because I ended up adopting two 3-month-old kittens, a brother and sister. There are times when I can't remember why I thought two kittens at once was a good idea, but their antics have helped get me through some tough days. And when they cuddle up with me, I can almost forget the havoc they wreak.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh Christine, you folded much more quickly than I did LOL. And I knew not to go looking before I was ready. But something told you that you were ready!

      Delete
  21. I love T-bone so much! Isn't great to know every single cat in your sister's life, and vice versa

    ReplyDelete
  22. All of our dogs and cats have been rescues, most from shelters, a couple directly from people who had to surrender them due to life circumstances (that was the case with Frank the Foster Dog, for instance, who lived with me for about four months before finding his forever home.)

    I have to admit, I've been thinking about getting a second cat. Neko's lived with one or two dogs and another cat since she was a kitten. The Smithie moved out with her cat this past spring, and since our Shih Tzu Louie died in July, Neko's been an only pet. She's getting VERY clingy - I think another cat who's used to sharing territory would be good for both of us. I'll probably look for a senior cat - I'm fine with the over-nine crowd, and they shelters often have a harder time adopting them.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh you'll be super popular at the shelter Julia. Having just seen two old guys out through long illnesses, I couldn't bear to go through that again so soon.

      Delete
  23. I am officially in love! It is really hard to beat an orange tabby.

    ReplyDelete
  24. He's adorable!

    I've had one dog (well, in my adult life). Not long after we moved in, my then-neighbor wandered over. "Hey, do you guys like dogs?"

    His sister was getting a divorce, but was not in a position to take her dog. She'd left him with the ex, but the ex was neglecting the dog. Thus Casey came into our life, the beagle mix with the wonky-shaped toe and we loved him for 13 years.

    The Hubby has recently mentioned getting another dog. Not sure what kind or exactly when, but I'm excited!

    Mary/Liz

    ReplyDelete
  25. I really like the photo of T-bone on the pillow -- it looks like he is going to have a lot of personality, and he already looks at home. We adopted a dog from an animal rescue that was kept chained in the back yard for the first part of his life and thankfully was reported by neighbors and rescued. Jake is a sweet, well-behaved, loveable dog, and I think that if we ever get any other pets, they will definitely come from a shelter ~

    ReplyDelete
  26. What wonderful rescue stories. I know I've told you about Eliot, our gray and white tuxedo girl with 24 toes, old news, adopted five years ago. She had been returned to Lollypop Farm twice, a double reject!.

    I do have another great adoption story

    Just before last Thanksgiving, a very pregnant dog, most likely a pit bull mix, showed up at our friends house in Cairo, Illinois. She was starving, bones sticking out, had pneumonia,fleas, ticks, a whole variety of worms including heart worm, completely pathetic. They brought her into the kitchen and fed her up and took her to their vet. Two days later she delivered 12 babies on the kitchen floor, one still born and the others fat and sassy, three girls and eight boys. They had no experience in whelping, but this wasn't the mama dog's first rodeo. If you follow me on FB, you are familiar with this whole saga. It was a busy 8 weeks, not to mention expensive. We insisted they start a Go Fund Me to defray expenses, and $1600 plus was raised. This had taken care of all the vet bills for Mama,now named Luna, and her offspring. Last weekend all the babies were adopted, complete with their first shots and worming. And Luna has been adopted too, but my friends are keeping her for another six weeks to complete her heart worm treatment, cheaper in Cairo than in Chicago, and get her spayed. Their marvelous vet is doing this pretty much at cost

    It was a wonderful experience for me to follow this from the moment the puppies were born util they went to their forever homes, and I know my friends saved 12 lives. If they hadn't taken Luna in, she would have delivered those puppies somewhere out in the winter cold, and most would have died, including her. The rest would have been taken by mouth breathing knuckle draggers for bait dogs as dog fighting is the main sport in that part of the country.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm so glad your friends were able to take in mama and then foster the babies too! I love pitbulls, they are some of the sweetest dogs around. They cuddle like it's their job. VERY happy to hear this story has a happy ending with everyone going to a vetted home.

      Delete
  27. Lucy Roberta, there is nothing so grand as a ginger Tom. IMHO these are the most loving, most adorable cats in all catdom, and you have found the king of them all.

    ReplyDelete
  28. Shalom Reds and fans. I always knew that I wanted a dog. My parents were just not dog people and we lived in public housing which had a “no dogs” rule. So after working at a real job for a while, I made the decision to get a dog. My wife had grown up with an Airedale so a large dog wasn’t a stretch for her. I wanted a German Shepherd. I don’t know why, seeing as Jews and blacks did not have such fond historical memories of German Shepherds. In any case, I bought all the books about GS dogs and dog training. There was also a magazine at the time called Dog World with lots of little classified ads, with pictures, of dog breeders all across the U.S. I lived in New York but chose a breeder in the North Miami, FL area. When the puppies were 8 weeks old, I made the trip to FL. It was winter and it was even cold in Florida. (They had snow there for the first time in many years.) The puppy I chose was a female and she was the most exuberant in her greeting of me. Someone had told me that you can train the “over-exuberance” out of a dog but you can’t put it in where it is not. I named her Bianca, ironically. She was a very dark black and tan. Not wanting to pay for an extra seat for the dog, I had them put her in the luggage hold of the plane. I will never do that again. She was probably sick already. However, the plane ride was probably very traumatic. The vet told us, we very well might lose her. He sent us home with some kind of sugary ointment meant to stimulate appetite and we took it a day at a time. She survived and became the most awesome dog I have ever known. I have stories galore about that dog. By the way, I love the name T-bone.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. thanks David, he came with that name. What a harrowing beginning! No, agreed, no animals in the hold! I lost a cat that way...

      Delete
  29. We'll be over to be introduced formally! And yes, you are besotted. If you start kissing T-Bone on the lips like my friend Diane does with her beloved pet, I'm going to have to reconsider if you need some psychological help or not.... But for now, he's adorable. Love those paws.

    ReplyDelete
  30. T-bone the cat is so adorable!

    Diana

    ReplyDelete
  31. I love T-bone. I am delighted that you found each other.

    ReplyDelete
  32. Lucy/Roberta, I'm so happy that you found T-bone to love and be loved back. He is just darling. I'm delighted that you got him from the shelter, too.

    Our Brittany Spaniel that we adopted from rescue in October has become the apple of our eye (well not ahead of the granddaughters, yet, hahaha). My husband is besotted, and when he says "How you doing, princess?", I know he's not talking to me.

    ReplyDelete
  33. Oh, T-bone! So beautiful!

    Our Luna was the only surviving kitten in a litter found freezing and mama-less two years ago. A friend told us about her, and we went to the vet that was taking care of her, and the minute the vet tech walked in with the kitten, I said "YES!" So glad I did. I love that cat!

    Mycroft is (now) her best buddy. Several years ago, our older daughter's roommate walked in with two kittens she'd gotten at a farmer's house (he was giving them away), and the then-teeny black kitten became our daughter's. She named him after Sherlock's brother! The farmer, alas, had been really mean to Mycroft because he's a black cat and thus 'bad luck.' So, Mycroft is still a little wary a times. Our daughter went into the military and so now Mycroft lives with us. (Something about not taking cats into planes... hmmm...) We love him too!

    And though I know we see lots of photos of military folks reuniting with their dogs--always touching! And great--we don't see many of military reunited with their cat. Let me just say, that when she's been able to come home (even after nearly a year away), Mycroft jumps on her lap, and purrs... and drools! LOL!

    ReplyDelete
  34. Lucky, lucky kitty . . . and lucky you. I'm a bit envious but glad I can enjoy vicarious pets and memories of those in my past, including the Baby Kitty I fed with an eye dropper until she was strong enough to nurse.

    ReplyDelete
  35. I love him and I cannot wait to hear about your adventures with T-Bone!

    ReplyDelete
  36. T-Bone is perfect. So happy he is feeling better. He is one truly handsome fellow.

    ReplyDelete
  37. Oh, what a good guy he is -- and yes, that two-toned paw is utterly charming! After our last cat died, a dearly beloved Burmese named Ruff, Mr. Right was pretty insistent that the next cat had to choose us. And when a stray showed up and tried to move in, we decided it was time. (Not him, though -- turned out he was chipped and lost.) So we went to the shelter. More than once. And all the cats were fine, but nobody said "Hey, you!" to my hunny. Until we learned through a friend that a couple we vaguely knew were moving full-time into their RV, and their 12 y.o. grey tux preferred a home that stayed put. We walked in, hugged the humans, said hi to the cat, who was curled on a chair, and sat on the couch. Two minutes later -- I kid you not -- Squirt, now mostly known as Mr. Kitten, jumped off his chair, walked over to the couch, and rubbed against Mr. Right's legs. I knew that was the sign he wanted, though our hosts didn't pick up on it and were a little anxious about whether he was interested. (They knew I was sold.) He's been here two years on Valentine's Day, and we are one happy little family.

    ReplyDelete
  38. How cute! So glad you've got a new cat.

    ReplyDelete
  39. He's beautiful! I'm happy to hear he's well now.

    ReplyDelete
  40. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

    ReplyDelete
  41. Adorable kitty! Good luck to you and T-bone.

    ReplyDelete
  42. I am so happy that you found T-Bone and I loved reading the story of how you came into his life and he--finally--into yours. The photos are adorable.

    ReplyDelete
  43. I love cat adoption stories! Our current cats are all rescues; Domino had been left in a box behind our local Applebee's where my older son worked. He brought him home, then left him with us when he moved out. Patch and Buttercup were left in a box outside a church where my pastor husband was filling in for the regular pastor. No one in that congregation would take the kittens, so my husband brought them home. We thought we would take them to the local shelter the next day, but the place was closed on Mondays. Then my sons named them, and that was it.

    ReplyDelete
  44. So happy for you and T-Bone. Congratulations!

    ReplyDelete