EDIT: PLEASE SEE 11/3/23 REBLOG FOR FINAL UPDATE! BOTH CATS HAVE FOUND HOMES.
This feels like a weird thing to post on Tumblr but I am running out of both options and time so.
I am looking to rehome my grandmother’s two adult cats. She recently moved into assisted living and was unable to take them with her, and unfortunately neither my own cat or my landlord are cat friendly so I cannot keep them myself.
Sadie and Zoe are super sweet girls in need of a loving and quiet home. Sadie is a 4 y/o spayed female black and white shorthair and Zoe is a 10 y/o spayed female torbie shorthair. They are both incredibly friendly but are still a bit shy - they have been removed from her condo and relocated closer to me, which has been a big change for them. Both of them are up to date on rabies and RCP and have had recent exams and blood work. They are both slightly overweight and will need some dietary changes going forward but otherwise are in very good health.
These cats are currently located in the Northwest Corner of Connecticut but I am willing to rehome them to anyone who is within reasonable driving distance (read: anywhere in New England and most of eastern New York, NOT the city) and can provide a positive vet reference - the reference is non-negotiable. They MUST stay together as they are a bonded pair. I do have some supplies that will get sent with them, including litter boxes and Frontline.
They would be fine with other cats, but would not do well with high energy or large breed dogs or young children. Older/less energetic/smaller dogs and older children would be okay.
Anyone with interest or resources is welcome to DM me! And even if you don’t have either of those, a reblog is always helpful!
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This crossover ship between Kitty Softpaws and Mittens was inspired from Mittens meets Kitty Softpaws - Crossover by adelita03. I hope they like the collage I made if it.
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'Life is a cabaret, old chum ... come to the cabaret' sings Liza Minnelli (78 today) ... the man on the radio talks of St Patrick and the Taoiseach and his trip to America bearing the usual bowl of shamrock ... the traffic lady talks of collisions, traffic jams and roundabouts and interchanges that may or may not be named after someone.
Not sure whether Lady Clemence and Augustus G Busterson are discussing such things. More likely to be pondering the various nighttime comings and goings.
Having fitted a camera out front, now I can see some of what they see.
There's a new cat, Fermata (small, fluffy, light ginger, plenty of cattitude) on the block that figures their shed is the local bistro. In they pop for biscuits and (ahem) lively banter. Not that Busterson has the finest table manner ... no showing of the menu, no offering of the cat gravy 'wine' list ... just protestations through the cat flap about taking liberties.
A fox came for a couple of nights. Circled around Clemence, but neither passed any remarks to the other. Foxy just wanted what most nighttime visitors want i.e. to be seated, shown the menu and bring me my order of cat food and make it snappy!
A local collie dog came and helped itself to one of the trays of food. Comical to watch the assessment of what was on offer and the decision to take the whole thing to consume elsewhere at leisure. I think I know who the dog belongs to and their predecessor did the same thing. A fine tradition to carry on, especially my finding and picking up of the discarded trays on the following day's walk.
There's a fine collection of crazy moths, bats and spiders also claiming their 5 minutes of camera fame, looking like glowing aliens taking to the stage. Bravo! And Encore!
So ... Come to the nighttime creature cabaret ... pull up a chair and be entertained ... but bring your own food and drink as there's not much left on the menu ;-)
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It’s a little chilly today, but Sabrina doesn’t mind she loves sitting in front of the fireplace.
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Local cat "did not consent to this level of existential angst, was just trying to get a nap in", page 7.
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My little Batcat.
She was ready to run until she was convinced that I wasn’t getting any closer. Then she let me get a picture. Such an odd, quirky creature. But I love her.
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My cat, Cuddles! I love him to death! I've had him for 10 years and he means the world to me!
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