I don’t usually commemorate anniversaries. Birthdays, adoptions and deaths are remembered, but I don’t worry too much about the actual dates, which is strange for someone who loves history as I do. I will, however, point out that one year ago this month, Hector came to live with me.
I mention this because I am annoyed that he has received so few adoption inquiries. Now, other cats in our rescue-group have suffered similar neglect by the public; I know of one – happily adopted not long ago – who waited five years in a foster-home before he was chosen, and he is not alone. But I know Hector, I see him every day, and the annoyance I feel is that other people can’t know what a neat little fellow he is.
That is only natural, of course. Who could know him as well as I? But that merely makes me wish others could see what they are missing. He is a happy cat, in excellent health, and active. He has his mischievous side, certainly, but that shows how much a part he feels with his world.
I wrote once that he was my easiest integration. That has been surpassed by Horace’s now – and Hector may disagree, since he currently dislikes Horace. But Hec’s transition was smooth, and Auric’s brief residence in the Cosy Apartment showed that with the right chemistry, Hector could be the most wonderful friend for another cat.
The Little Turk, my dark knight, will of course remain with me until he has his own permanent home. If that never comes, then I would not be upset – for myself; for Hector, I would be more than a bit miffed, and for everyone else, well, they’ll never know what they missed.