Having just lost my best furry friend in September of 2014, I was not looking for another cat quite yet. Walking into Petco late November 2014 with my mom, we stopped to take a look at the pets available for adoption. Immediately, my eyes fell on this little gray tabby. His foster mommy was opening his cage and getting ready to go home for the day. I politely asked to hold the scared little guy, and she replied with a huge smile but warned me he was petrified. I instantly fell in love! This little cat was a gray tabby with beautiful white markings. He had high white boots along his back legs with a white collar of fur. After holding him for a bit, I told my mom that he was the one. Vanna, the foster mommy, explained his story to me. He was rescued from Animal Control. His four paws had been burned, and he was extremely dehydrated when they found him in the middle of a grocery parking lot shivering from the cold. The little guy was 20 minutes away from being euthanized when Vanna was lucky enough to get there in time to save him.
She told us that all he does is hide under furniture at her house and doesn’t show signs of play. She said, “he may never play”. This broke my heart, and I was determined to give this little guy the best life possible. After filling out the adoption paperwork and waiting patiently, Vanna finally called to say he was ready for adoption! My family and I drove over to her house that night to bring him home and decided to name the little guy Jack (based off of Jack from the TV show, 24). Jack was a fighter in the TV show, and we were determined this little guy would be a fighter and overcome his past. With a lot of tender love and care, it took Jack all of three days to show signs of play. Within two weeks, Jack was chasing string around the house. We just passed Jack’s 1 year “got-me-day” anniversary, and I could list millions of reasons why I love this cat. He sleeps curled up next to my side every night, and every morning he wakes me up wanting out of my room at 6am. He howls in the middle of the night wanting to play and scratches at my blinds. He pounces at pipe-cleaner bugs I throw on my bed, and he loves to eat chicken! This little guy has brought a tremendous amount of joy to my life, and he was the best Christmas gift I ever received. I am so thankful that Vanna and St. Louis Pet Rescue took a chance on this little guy and so thankful he has come to trust people again. There is no way Jack could even come close to replacing my furry friend I lost last year, but he sure is my best friend now!
In September of 2015, we decided to become foster parents ourselves. My mom always talked about becoming a foster mommy once she retired, but after seeing two five-month old kittens who were looking for a foster home in the Petco condos, we decided “Why wait?” and filled out the application to become foster parents. Rex, an orange tabby, and his sister Ruby, a long-hair torbie became our first two fosters.
At first, Jack howled and growled at these two fur balls. Rex and Ruby were full of energy, constantly running around the house chasing each other and wrestling. It didn’t take but three days for Jack to realize he was still a
kitten at heart, even though he was not a baby anymore, and he decided to join in on the fun. These three were always seen together exploring and becoming best buds. Everyone in our household talked about how hard it would be to let Rex and Ruby be adopted since we all fell in love with them. We had talked about adopting them for a while, but as we continued to get applications for each of them and since they were both highly adoptable cats, we decided to try and find a perfect home where they could be adopted together. As the weeks passed, Rex and Jack started becoming a bonded pair. The boys would wrestle and rough play all the time. I swear Rex is part dog. He chases after a feather on a stick and brings it back. He jumps over hurdles in the hall and chases a laser. Ruby was more of an independent, sweet princess who didn’t like all of the rough housing. She had her wild spurts at times, but she was content being brushed and laying on our lap.
Rex and Ruby had been living with us for three months, and we all knew they were our cats even though the paperwork said they were “foster cats”. Unfortunately, Ruby became terminally ill at the age of 7 months old and passed away on December 4, 2015. One day later, on December 5, 2015 we thought it was only appropriate to adopt Rex as a present for Jack. This was to the day a year after we adopted Jack.
As a foster parent, you have to go through some pretty rough and unfair times, but times like this make me so glad we decided to foster. All cats can be sweet and loving with the right environment. Fostering is hard because you want to keep them all, and if I could, I would. It’s hard to watch your foster cats move on to their next home, but it’s even harder watching all of the cats brought into the animal controls that need to be rescued. Rex and Jack sure make a good pair, and they mother any new foster kitty we take in as if it was their baby
I’m so glad we adopted these two.
Foster mama (now permanent mama),