sometimes, I just wish you could look into my life…other times, not so much, because then I’d feel bad about my house being a mess, or about still being in my gown when you came over. when chowder came to live with us a couple of months ago, he was tiny and lonely. Jesska had rescued him from the parking lot of the motel behind ruby tuesday, and didn’t know what to do with him. she knew that we already had enough cats, what with the (1-5) starshine, ringo starr, waffle, chain chomp and cuppycake in the house; (6) buttons on the porch, and (7) pretty kitty, who lives somewhere on the farm and eats buttons’ food.
but she couldn’t leave him mewing in the parking lot. the night she brought him home, she called me from the driveway, ‘mama, come outside!’ there, wrapped up in her ruby’s apron, was this little teeny tiny ball of orange fur. I couldn’t believe he was even weaned from his mama, he was so tiny. she said she looked all around the motel parking lot, and never saw his mama or any other kittens.
I texted rich and told him about our dilemma, and he said (only because jess is his baby) that we’d just keep him, since he obviously needed a home, and we’re apparently expert cat caregivers. he was so loving and ready to be part of our family, he just fit right in. however, the big cats were very unhappy. they spit and hissed at him. he cowered. for a few days, then he started laying down on his side any time one of them would come near him. I assumed that was to show them his submission, and I wondered if he was looking for a mama. he definitely wanted to play with them, but they were having none of it.
then, along comes mojo. he’s been here for a week now. the little foster kitty. he’s stolen our hearts, including chowder’s. they romp and wrestle and snuggle like they’ve known each other forever. the first day worried me a bit. chowder, in his eagerness to have a playmate, ambushed mojo at every opportunity. mojo wanted to get to know the layout, and wasn’t happy about being pounced on constantly. after he asserted his independence a few times, chowder backed off. now they are thicker than thieves. rarely do we see one without the other.
they are bffs, but they are very different. chowder is loving when he’s ready to rest, then his motor runs at top speed; mojo will let y0u hold him, even when he’d rather be running after chowder. mojo is lean, with the body of an alley cat; chowder looks more like a cat that’s been cared for and well fed. chowder mews, mojo squaws. but they both carry my heart in their little paws.
mojo will most likely make the transition from foster kitty to adopted kitty right here at casa de hockett. I can’t imagine letting someone else have this sweet little boy. and chowder would be lost without his best playmate. it’s so funny to watch one walk around looking for the other…it’s like they complete each other.