I took Mickey to his new home on Saturday, after three months of getting him used to indoor living again. I was fairly confident that he’d be fine in his new digs in Redwood City, with his wonderful new mom, Nancy. But I’ve learned that my own confidence does not always translate to sureness on the kitty’s part.
Pokey’s one and only adoption attempt crashed and burned when he lashed out at his new adopters; Lizzie spent the first several weeks hiding behind a washing machine, necessitating many emails with her new mom who understandably felt rejected; even Charlotte and Wilbur had some rough days after their transplant this summer. Etc. Etc. So you kiss them goodbye, deal with your own anxiety about how much you’ve asked of these beings – human and non – and hold your breath until you get the email or text that tells you things are going to be FINE.
I got mine Monday. After a day and a night of hiding behind a toilet, Mickey shyly climbed in bed with Nancy on night #2, who managed to take this precious picture with her spare hand. It’s fuzzy, but you can see how content my little guy looks.
Ahhhhh, now I can breathe again. And another miracle of connection occurs. So grateful this sweet boy is HOME!!
Yay!!