Peanut and Petunia Move On

 Peanut left Sunday.   

I handed him off in the Lebanon Walmart parking lot.  To his savior--the lady who trapped him way up Quartzville road initially.   Her young nephew, only ten, had fallen in love that night they kept him at their place, before bringing him here.   I got him fixed, then, when the spay neuter clinic noted his leg problem, got him surgery at Alpine.  Within a week he was running around like a brand new kitten on that leg!

When she stopped by yesterday, because I'd forgotten to give her his pain meds, there he was, in her car, had been at work with her.  He was in a pet carrier that looked like a baby cradle you would carry a newborn in.  It was strapped for safety into the front seat.  I stared in disbelief.  Was this little guy really that same doomed kitten I saw scrambling across the road in the dark, running like a rabbit due to his injured leg?

Same woman and her mom had caught Petunia, way up Quartzville road.

She was first definitely seen the 3rd of December up there, by a lady I've not met, but the photo made its way to me.

She was trapped the 7th of December and came to me then.  The spay neuter clinic determined she was already spayed.  She was also tame.  No microchip.  A lost soul for sure, traumatized and very skinny.  She ate and ate and ate.  She was very patient, living in a bathroom with four other cats from the same road.  All in trauma of various kinds from all that had happened to them.

She's now in an absolutely perfect home for her.  A friend of a couple of my friends contacted me, said she'd take her.  Sight unseen even.   My most excellent friends are BIG TIME gold star cat lovers!!!   Any friend of theirs is a friend of mine.   And trustworthy.   I took her over last night.  I sobbed on the way over from the sadness and beauty of it.  I composed myself by the time I arrived.  Sort of.  The woman and the home are just wonderful.   She was already purring on her new person's lap last night.

My bathroom crowd has dwindled to the three wild ones, waiting on another barn home to open up. Tickle, Thistle and Prissy.  

It poured last night.  But tomorrow its supposed to really pour, with high winds.

My Christmas tree continues its spiral, conceding its fight to spread its fake branches and Christmas cheer, to the cats, who have been gloriously delighted with the pursuit of its destruction.

Former 7-11 Colony Kitten Pistachio--proud of his work