It’s only my second day of being adopted and some of my buddies from the shelter are already calling me collect…
It’s the life of a freedom fighter! So I pick up. First, Maggie goes on and on — how her fur is so shiny, and she will be the next one adopted, I heard about that douchebag Arlo, blah, blah, blah… But once I got her off the phone, I had a good heart-to-heart talk with Bolitos.
Bolitos is a bear of a guy – beefy, orange and white. I think he lifts. Back at FFL, we were in different rooms, but I met him on one of my freedom strolls around the shelter. We chatted through a window. I offered to open his door and he said no, better not. Rule followers wear me out. Apparently, he and all his roommates have something called feline leukemia. Other cats can get it. Bolitos said they all live in their room so other gatos are safe. He said it doesn’t hurt, but it screws up his paperwork. People see FeLV+ and prefer someone with no history.
He’s lucky, though, and he knows it. Many shelters would have walked him straight to the back room by now. At Friends For Life, he’s safe. Not only is there no “back room of no return” but they are science nerds. Here, folks know – the leukemia virus is not a death sentence. You can rock on for many years. There’s a saying in the community: It’s not leukemia that kills the FeLV+ cats. It’s shelters.
But after a while, a guy wants to be more than safe. He wants to be adopted. Bolitos saw so many cats adopted out of this room at Friends For Life. People came, gave them pets, talked in high-pitched voices and took them home. Just like that! Bolitos was happy for them, but it also hurt. Especially when his buddy Flerken left.
So today, Bolitos was just hammering me with questions. “What’s it like? Gatos here say that you sleep in bed. Is that true? What are the humans like? They nice? And they let you sleep in their bed? How does that work? Do you, just, like… get in it and they pull the covers over you…? I can’t imagine.”
And then, a real punch in the gut – supposedly, Arlo is getting out on a sleepover today. I mean geez. If that douche can find a family, why can’t Bolitos?! The guy is so nice. Maybe too nice.
He said,“They are saying on the internet that you can do anything. So I’m calling. Can you help me get a home, too? Did you hear Arlo is getting a sleepover today? Really, Arlo. Can you tell people I’m really nice, use my box, love pets and am not a picky eater?”
I stopped him there. “My Dude, don’t be so easy to get. Did you ever just wail on one of the hairless monkeys? Start a fight? Knock stuff off the shelves to watch it fall? I realize not everyone can incite a prison riot but these little reminders of cathood… they need them.” But no, you’re all, ‘use your box, slow blinks for pets, and not even a picky eater…’
He told me his best day was when these tiny humans came to visit. Out of ALL the cats, they chose him to be in their adoption poster. It was SO nice of them; he purred and purred and gave them high fives to say ‘Thank you so much tiny humans!!!’…
That was a year ago, though.
This guy needs to get into a home. He’s seriously one of the chillest, non-douchey cats at FFL. He deserves it. He’s earned it.
I’ll be fighting for you man, from this side of the door. And we have a whole army out here.
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