Arrival Story: I was volunteering at the Siamese Rescue booth at a cat show one Sunday morning. I figured it might be a bit slow, so I brought some pix of my cats to show the other volunteers. They included pix of Rafiki, my Savannah. About a month later, I received an e-mail from one of those volunteers with a photo of Ben, and she asked "is this your cat?" As an intake volunteer, she goes to shelters and evaluates any Siamese they get for the rescue program. She saw Ben, and thought he was a Savannah. I got so upset. I can't go to shelters because I cry just thinking about all the animals that never make it out of there. And now, by sending me a picture, it made it very personal. I called the shelter for more info. He was very unhappy in the cage, so they put him in one of the dog runs during the day. I was also told he didn't get along with other cats. I felt terrible. I asked them to please call me and not euthanize him if they couldn't find him a home. I had a big master bed room that he could have at worst, but hopefully, I'd integrate him. I called every week for eight weeks. Finally, they told me to put in an application and come see him. He was friendly but not overly. I didn't care. How could he be his normal self with a stranger and when trapped in a shelter? I took him home a week later. He's a sweet kitty and very friendly even with strangers.
Mom came home from work at lunch time today. She usually only does that if she has to work at night too. Today she wanted to check on Hershey though. She came in the house and was calling "Ben, Ben, Benjaboo where are you?" walking all around looking for me. Finally, she looked right at me sitting on the couch and I said "rrrrow." So she asked why didn't I say anything. Why did I let her walk all around calling me? 'cause I'm a cat!
Mom says I am getting old. She took me on the deck yesteday and today, but I didn't want to stay outside. The sun was hot; too hot. Mom says that is not like me. I used to try to make a break for it, so I always have to have a collar and leash even to go on the second floor deck. What can I say?
Mom got us all collars today. They were on clearance at PetSmart. Mine is bight red and has a bell and a design that is reflective. I don't mind collars. I'm glad Rafiki has one now. His has a bell too, so now I will now when he is sneaking around trying to ambush me. Wish Mom had done this years ago.