Missed out

As expected, several folk came yesterday to adopt Hank having come earlier in the week and not deciding on the spot to take him. They were disappointed. But we do tell folk that we don't "bags" cats. It is a matter of "first out or the house, best dressed."

 I didn't find time to sew the name tag pockets on the rest of the aprons this afternoon. I will try again next Wednesday. And I forgot my pinny so had to wear an apron, with my name on it much to the delight of the few remaining vollies and relief of the visitors.

A pair of young women came to spend time with the cats. Perhaps they came to us rather than go to the cat cafe over the hill on Eastern Valley Way. It is called Jiji's and charges $15 each to spend 20 minutes with their cats. These women spent at least an hour socializing with the cats who were out. They didn't get a cup of coffee though.

And a couple came to check out our cats. I gather they are fosterers and currently have a foster cat for just a few weeks more. They (she rather then he) is well up on our cats for adoption list as well as other shelters' lists. Are they shopping around for the nicest foster cat? Tiger gave them the regal swipe. Ginger George loved them. (But he doesn't need fostering. He needs a home. . . . and more food.)

Ginger George

Robyn caught Helena and Callie investigating his stand alone on Wednesday. (No surplus food there!)

Callie, inside and Helena in GG's stand alone

 

She also got a good photo of Leon who looks better than he did (believe it or not).

Leon

 

Aslan has a scratch on his nose. (When I went to take a photo and my camera battery went flat.) I suspect it was Simon because I'd put everybody else back in to let out Aslan after I let out Simon and Ruby who deigned to come out too. It certainly wasn't Lucky who was back in his condo and he wouldn't scratch a fly. (He made friends with both lots of visitors).

Lucky on Wednesday (Robyn's photo)

When I left Davo was having a wander and Geoff was in charge of the race of the Maggie brood.

Going, going. . . . .

 Joy spent ages this afternoon trying to get a decent photograph of Hank to go with his profile on our Available for Adoption webpage. He was more interested in cuddles than posing. Mid afternoon a mum and her daughter arrived to look for a replacement cat for their beloved one whom they adopted from Peggy Brown's branch of AWL 14 years ago (when the daughter was 5). He had just died. I think they said his name was Oscar when they adopted him and I looked up the old blog. There were lots of Oscars at Peggy's. But the one that seemed to match their story was adopted by a family of three boys. But this is a family of 2 girls. Perhaps I got the name wrong . . . . or the story wrong 14 years ago!

Anyhow, I think it is a match made in heaven. They have a pair of suburban kelpies and spend time in a flat in Newport and on a farm. So Hank will have a devoted teenager, a pair of dogs that will know where he is all the time, and a life full of adventure, on a harness and leash. (I sold them one and explained how to train a human to walk a cat).

Hank

Then I sewed plastic pockets on the aprons so that vollies can insert their name tag and everybody will know who is whom. The name tags are in a box on the desk next to the Japanese cat. If your name isn't there, write it on the bit of paper there and I will write a tag for you. I will finish off the job on Friday. And will welcome feedback on how they work out.

(The aprons need to be washed. That strip of tap to signify a pocket used to be white.)
 

Good news that Biscuit was adopted over the weekend. Lucky them. And Davo is where she used to be.

Davo

He must have some Asian genes: with those pointy ears, almond shaped eyes and ultra thin tail.

What does Roger have in him? . . . apart from germs and fungi.

Roger

And of course, as Joy was taking the photos, there were lots of Kat.

Kat

Robyn came to spend some time with the cats. Everybody was happy to see her.

One new bin collected

 The cardboard recycle bin was still full when I left this afternoon but the other trash bin was empty. So we now have 3 rubbish bins. Bliss.

Maeve was adopted earlier in the week. A woman adopted from us a year or two ago and then had a stroke and had to give her cat back to us. She is now all ready for another cat to love. Maeve will be perfect as she only wants somebody to sit beside to purr to.

Pearl would like somebody to purr to too. She is still in the heavenly condo. And Samson has moved in below her. He has come from his foster home because they are going away, on holiday. He looks very big for 6 months!

Pearl, the photogenic

Virgo's kittens love the play place. I cannot imagine having a litter of kittens at home. They would be all over the place at full speed constantly, unless asleep in a pile.

Virgo's lot play

Ronnie and Jagger learned to climb and jump in the play place too. Ronnie likes scaling the opened-out Top Cat to get on top of the condos. But he is very easy to get down because he is exceedingly fond of food.

His highness Ronnie

Luigi, Princess and Maria have moved into the main room because Hank has developed flu like symptoms. They were wheeled in their stand alones. Here they are exploring the Top Cat. They soon found the way under the stand alone to explore further. Maria was the hardest to corner. But we did it, with food in a carry cage.

Luigi out, Princess soon out

And we have Cookie, Muffin and Venus next to Chia et al. One of them spent all day tucked up in the modesty sheet. They are not allowed out.

Cookie above, kitten below the arm

New bins

 Tim has organised a new rubbish collection for a twice weekly pick up of the garbage: 2 bins for this. And one bin for cardboard waste. Hurrah. Except that the bins didn't arrive as promised yesterday, or today. Perhaps tomorrow!

We comforted ourselves by adopting cats.

A couple arrived at 5 to 11 to adopt Delilah who was in a foster home in Hornsby. She arrived at 5 past 11. 

Then a lady arrived to look for a cat to replace her older cat who recently died. She had picked out Libby, Ginger George and Max from the web page. She met them all but didn't click until she met Maeve who was delighted to meet somebody who was prepared to give her all the attention that she wants.

At that stage another couple (mother and daughter) arrived looking for a pair of cats. I showed them the usual suspects and they fell under the spell of Tibby and Tabby. The mum said that her daughter really needed somebody to love. Perfect! And the mum is a doctor. Perfecter! And they live in a small apartment with no stairs. Perfectest! Done deal.

Then my friend Liz arrived to get a pair of cats. She wanted somebody that she could pick up.

Ginger George likes to be picked up

But who to pair him with? After introducing her to Vivienne and Calvin, the job was done. Her grandson will be delighted. As will her husband. (Thanks for the photos Robyn).

Calvin and Vivienne

Calvin and Vivienne's stand alone was cleaned for Hank and Princess. The sign says that you can get to the litter tray through the door on the side of the stand alone. Princess just came back from the vet.

 And Chia and kittens moved into Tibby and Tabby's condo.

Meanwhile the lady who loved Maeve, moved on to Maisy and fell deeper in love with her. She will be back on Saturday to adopt her. So much for wanting an older cat! It was mutual and irresistible.

Maisy

Meanwhile, in Incoming, I asked if the stand alone by the door had been cleaned this morning. Katie and Tim assured me that it was and that one of the torties there loves to play with water and flip the wet litter all over the place. What a grub. Her sisters are not impressed.

It was you

Goodbye Sesame

I was worried when I realized that Sesame was not in her condo and it had the "please clean" sign. She wasn't in the Available for Adoption file, on the website as having been adopted. I worried that she had taken a turn for the very worst. But Irenne rang in the afternoon to check on the flu cases and told me that Dr Kim came in on Sunday to teach her how to give vaccinations and spotted Sesame. When Sesame first arrived it was via Dr Kim for a checkup. Dr Kim fancied her then. She fancied her even more on Sunday. So on Monday, she came to adopt her. She will have expert, constant veterinary care and we hope she does not get as fat as Angus.

Below Christopher are four more Stephanie kittens. These are not so over-the-top friendly as the previous bunch. In the photo they are, starting from 1 o'clock, clockwise: Hank, Jean, Logan and Anna Marie.

Charles has been returned "because he was too playful".

And Nori was returned because he sneezed.

Another woman came in with a donation of weird shaped litter boxes. She adopted Paco and Ethan in the early days. She, and the family, love them. They have made being house-bound very enjoyable (although she suspects that the cats prefered to have the house to themselves). She has a teenaged son who drops his dirty clothes on the floor. One of the cats adds his smell to the pile. What to do? [I told her to call Tim]. The annex has been rearranged and has lines on the floor that the germs are not allowed to cross.

Belle was looking better today. She has her appetite back.

Marigold's flu seems a bit better but Lily is miserable (but she still managed to purr at the vollies).