While we break for planning time, I thought I'd share a little off topic fun. Jasper's story is very interesting. You might have read about my first kitty Basil from this Baslow Ranch post.
Basil wasn't the first cat in my life, but the first that lived in my home. After he passed, the house was so quiet. I read on one of those pet bereavement sites that the best way to honor your departed loved one was to open your house to another animal in need of a lifetime home. I started browsing petfinder and ran across "George."
I instantly loved that interesting face! Looks like he has a secret...or is just confused...or both. Now that I know him better, it's definitely both. Haaaaaa!
The other photo showed him belly up, eyes closed and rolling on the floor. I took that to mean a trusting personality who likes belly rubs. :D
I called the shelter number listed, but they said he was at county animal control, which uses the shelter number to field calls. I called animal control, but George was already gone. They said it takes some time for the website to update. I was sad but also happy that he had found a home.
His profile was still on the website a week later, so I called again to make sure we were talking about the same cat. She assured me he had been adopted but took my number and said she would check, just in case.
I lost interest in finding a new pet then, because it just felt right with George. :\
About two weeks later, I started looking at black cats on petfinder since I know they are not adopted as readily, not only due to the superstition but they don't often photograph well. I took my carrier and went to a place in the city after work one night. I figured I would meet the four cats there that interested me and see if anything happened.
I was just getting ready to walk in the door at the shelter when my phone rang. It was raining, so I stepped onto the porch with my carrier to answer the phone. It was animal control. The woman on the line asked if I was still interested in George because he had been returned for fighting with the existing cat at his new home. I told her I was just about to go into another shelter to pick out another cat so she caught me just in time. She agreed to hold him until Saturday afternoon; it was Thursday evening and their limited hours made it impossible for me to get out there sooner.
By this time, the shelter staff had noticed me with my empty carrier and invited me in to fill it. I told them the story, but they really wanted me to take a cat with me right then. I met the four cats as intended but nothing seemed to spark. I gave the shelter a donation and headed home.
The animal control facility was overrun on Saturday. They were having a special that if you brought in food and/or litter, it would decrease the adoption fee. When I arrived, they put George in my carrier (I spent zero time with him) and we were shooed out the door. :O
He cried the entire hour and a half ride home, and I thought, "What the hell did I just get myself into?!!!"
Once at home, I sat with him in the back bedroom, and he was calm and curious.
Then he did a bear pose, and I was in love! :D I had never seen a cat do a bear pose before. Apparently, this is fairly common.
Not too long after we arrived home, he was drowsily resting. It was indeed meant to be.
I discovered his weirdness with water right away. He likes to try to knock over anything with water in it. I eventually got him a heavy bowl he can't tip. Considering his friendly nature toward other people and his interest in a friend's cat when we tried to introduce them (his cat was a cranky ol' thing that refused to let Jasper near her), I think he was brought back either due to buyer's remorse or the water problem. He's also susceptible to fear aggression, but he's 12 pounds. I can take him. He gets a timeout in the bathroom when he gets his crazy on, and all is well again about twenty minutes later.
George wasn't a bad name for him, but I chose to change it to Jasper. It seems to fit him well. Overall, he's a wonderful companion. He's a snuggler, too.
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What a beautiful cat. I like the bear pose! I'm afraid Thai cats don't do the 'bear pose" LOL He looks like a dreamer, is he?
Have a nice day,
My cat bubbles, yes that is what a five year old names her cat
is also a water chaser, she like to paw at the water and tap the bowl around.. also she needs us to pour water in the bowl for her as she watches it because "finicky cat.. is finicky"
I miss my Siamese Cleo who was wonderful company, she lived well and long.
As you know our Thomas will be 21 in May if he keeps going! He was originally Jasper when we got him at 4 months but he didn't look like a Jasper at all and it took him 17 years to sit on my knee now I can't keep him off!
He lost his pal Chloe ten years ago (when she was knocked down by a neighbour's car - grrr!) and he moved into my son's room for six months (only coming down to eat) then appeared one day - almost as if his grieving period was over - the wee soul.
Jasper certainly looks full of personality - don't you just love them?
He's very handsome.
Betsy - that's so amazing how they knew to survive. Wow.
Patrick - that's a shame Thai cats don't do the bear pose - Jasper is definitely a dreamer. Makes me smile when he moves in his sleep, deep in a dream.
Jeff - the artist who made my mini cats is *Reve* on eBay: http://myworld.ebay.com/*reve*
Our pets are such a huge part of our lives indeed. They always leave us too soon.