The Toughest Part

The toughest part of fostering is when the animal and the caregiver develop a friendship that the latter knows the former feels very strongly. With some cats, a relationship is very good, but you know it can be replicated without much loss, and reasonably quickly. Valkyrie likes me carrying her and will roll about asking for attention. But she is the sort of cat who will become good friends with almost any human who treats her right. Indigo, I think, would also create a strong bond with another person, especially if she were an only cat; that would aid her in a new home tremendously.

Brazil, of course, is so very shy that it would take him a long time, assisted by infinite patience, to come around - though he would.

But now, Moxy has decided I’m his best friend. He meets me when I come home from work. He follows me a great deal. He stands on my lap kneading and purring, then lies down and actually nods off to sleep while I rub his chest and chin. Yesterday, he kept me company - and took up much of the writing table - while I balanced by bank-book. He has completely forsaken his outdoor ways and enjoys life inside with his comfortable sleeping spots and his playmates. He is such an easy-going fellow, he would fit into almost any environment, and gentle enough to be friends with almost any feline. He is, in short, one of the rescue-group’s most adoptable cats.

Adoptions are very slow right now, so I don’t think he is going anywhere soon. That will make it harder for him to go when he does. And it will be my job to persuade people that he is just the sort they are looking for - and in the Mixer’s case, that’s probably no more than the truth.

Yes, a cat like Moxy is the toughest part of fostering.