Today’s post is devoted to Charles and Caroline (with a few pics of Almanzo tossed in); I didn’t include any of Les Chatons in today’s post because it got so long. Rest assured they’re fine, and after I spent 9 hours scrubbing and moving things yesterday, they are now inhabiting the room that used to be Fred’s office. There will be plenty of pictures of them in tomorrow’s post and from now on, I promise.
So, Saturday morning, I woke up early, and we got Charles and Caroline in their harnesses and in the cage in the back of my car with no problems.
See that piece of cardboard behind their cage? That’s there because it was providing a little privacy for…
Marty (left) and Herschel! They were going to Michigan too, to be handed off to Ginny, who has adopted from Forgotten Felines in the past, lives in Michigan, and was planning to adopt more FF kitties. Since Charles and Caroline were going to Michigan, it seemed the perfect chance for these two to grab a ride too.
I was meeting Charles and Caroline’s new family in Nashville, which is a 2-hour drive for me. They’d driven from Michigan to Nashville Friday night and spent the night, and my driving the cats up to meet them saved them 4 hours on their drive – which meant they could make it back home in one day instead of needing to stop and spend the night in a hotel room.
Herschel and Marty didn’t make a peep on that 2 hour drive. Caroline settled down after about 10 minutes. Charles, on the other hand, fretted and wailed and stuck his paws through the cage to pat at my shoulder, and paced as best he could, and then to top it all off, he used the litter box so stinkily that I had to stop and scoop the litter box. He finally calmed down about an hour and a half into the ride.
The handoff went flawlessly, despite all my worries. Herschel and Marty were moved, crate and all, from my car to Carrie’s. Charles and Caroline, wearing their harnesses with leashes attached, were transferred from my crate to the crate in Carrie’s car, which was all set up. We chatted for a while, and then I left.
It’s always hard to say goodbye to fosters, but I’ve gotten used to it over the years. I mean, we’ve fostered nearly 400 – at some point you have to know that it’ll be painful for a few days, but the pain will pass. But saying goodbye to Charles and Caroline was especially hard. They’ve been part of our lives every single day for 5 months and of course we miss them. But I have no doubt that they are now in the home where they were meant to be, and will be spoiled rotten.
Word is that they were absolute angels on the trip home, wanting to be petted a lot. Ginny met them in Michigan, got her two new family members, and grabbed these pictures.
The two questions I’ve been asked the most (aside from whether I sent Caroline’s candy cane home with her) – yes, they are keeping their names, and there will be a Facebook page or Instagram when their new family gets a chance.
AND here’s an update!
Carrie says: Charles and Caroline had a busy first day 😽 they were very involved with the cleaning and organizing of their quarters but there was lots of time for naps 💤 and snuggles
That last picture cracks me UP. It’s very “Privacy, pls.”
(Thank you so much, Carrie!)
Lastly, a couple of videos.
Almanzo’s last day with us – first he nursed (I TELL y’all that they’ll nurse ’til they’re separated. They always do!) and then he flew away.
And Charles could hear Fred on the other side of that door and he wanted OUT OUT OUT and wasn’t afraid to tell everyone within earshot.
2018: No entry.
2017: No entry.
2016: With the tufts on the end of his ears, Felix reminds me of a lynx.
2015: Pile of kittens on the rug in Fred’s room indicates that there was a recent drive-by nursing.
2014: “Dennis, my butt! Did you see it? Did you see my butt?”
2013: Apparently Norbert’s ears are a delicacy.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHERE MY FOOD, LADY?”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: First visit: not such a rousing success.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Greetings from Kitten Town, And3rsonville, USA, where I’m currently on Poop Watch.