Gus here. My one year adoption anniversary was a week ago. The peep was still recovering so it went by almost unnoticed.
It’s been a good year. I was taken to a shelter when I was eight weeks old with lots of wounds. No one knew what had happened to me but they called it “bad shape.” When I recovered I stayed there. No one seemed to want a beautiful ginger boy. Some say I was too quiet and went unnoticed. I am quite handsome but I spent three years there overlooked on adoption days.
A lady peep came in to the shelter. She was very sad because she had lost a wonderful cat a few months earlier. In honor of her Mollie she wanted to give another cat a loving home. All the cats were lining up and doing tricks but I stayed on top of the cat tree and watched.
I don’t know how it happened but I was picked. I had gone through this before and no one ever picked me. I wasn’t sure if this was good thing. I had a good gig at the shelter. We were in rooms with windows and perches. I had my friends and there was always food. Supposing this new peep would put me in a basement or have a dog!
I was put in a small room with windows and a cat tree. Best of all it had a closet. The peep let the closet room open just a bit so I could hide. She couldn’t be all bad but I was still scared.
I could hear other cats but they couldn’t come in the room except for Gracie. Gracie would come and sit with me for a few hours. We didn’t interact. We just sat in silence and peace. It made me feel good. There was someone like me here.
My eye got infected after about a week and there were drops. They stung and I gave the peep a hard time about it but it went away and it didn’t hurt anymore.
Then I met the love of my life, Sasha. I thought Gracie was wonderful. Sasha was a spitfire. She hissed at me and did growlies. She made it clear she wasn’t happy to have me there but I persisted. I didn’t react at all which perplexed her. What kind of cat wouldn’t hiss back? A smart one.
Before you know it, I had Sasha eating out of my paw. (Don’t tell her that! She thinks she’s the boss.) We are a couple. This is better than anything I had at the shelter. Gracie is ok with it all. Her job was to help me be less scared and she did it well. Morgan mostly ignores me which is ok too. No hisses or growlies and she shares her kicky toys with me.
I’m the only boy here (besides the male peep) so sometimes I’m swamped with estrogen but it’s nice. No battles for territory. It’s all mine. I’ve heard about the legendary Jake, who was the only other male cat that died a long time ago. I don’t have his swag. I’m an easy going kind of guy who likes the ladies. He used to call the peep Cupcake. I may do that because she is a cupcake to the cats. Maybe a little feisty to peeps but a very soft touch for us.
I’m still celebrating my gotcha day. Maybe I’ll take my main squeeze out for some Fancy Feast later and see what happens. I have a stash of ‘nip saved for occasions like this!