Ninja Finds a Forever Home
Ninja is Happy to Find a Friend
From the Journals of Most Beloved:
October Greetings and All that Jazz-
Chilly night here mid-October and yikes! Days are short now. Not much daylight to lounge about basking in the golden rays of the sun. The dark descends quickly now. Shadow shapes slip in and around the gardens. Sleek shadows. Black shadows. Tabby Cats. Sylvia and Lydia, the silver twins. Stashio swooping in for one last meal of the day. One quick chomp, chomp, chomp at the feeding station before he starts his nighttime prowl.
It’s always a good thing when a garden cat finds a forever home. A place to stay warm year round. Plenty of kibble at all times of day. Snacks even. Oh, and catnip-did I mention the catnip?
Being adopted into a forever home with a forever friend means finding a warm spot to snuggle at night. Let it rain. Let it snow. Let the hail and sleet come. An adopted cat in a forever home stays warm and dry. Happy. Taking luxurious baths. Doting on their forever friend who adopted them. Purring soft loving gurgles.
Being adopted means being happy and well-fed. Content. Part of a family. Someone to love. And someone to love me. How do I know? Because I was rescued and adopted on a cold winter’s night. You can read my story here: Most Beloved’s Backstory
A little black kitten and his tabby sister used to be part of my daytime entertainment. I would watch through the big window as they played and frolicked. They could be quite silly, rolling one another over, paws and legs flailing all in the name of play.
Then one day, she-who-loves-me talked affectionately about cats. I thought she was talking about moi. I do look pretty in the afternoon, after I’ve had a quick power-nap and bath. But no. . .she kept talking about a black cat. A black kitten. Our black kitten. She had a lilt in her voice and sounded excited.
The next morning (after I had lingered over a delightful breakfast), it was time to feed the garden cats. I could see the commotion from my window view. The black kitten wanted fed first. The next thing I knew, the black kitten was being carried away.
That afternoon, the girl who was adopting the black kitten came to pick him up. He was upside down in the cat carrier, feet and toes firmly holding on to the top. She laughed. He didn’t have a name yet, but she named him “Ninja” right on the spot.
Ninja at Home
When she got home, she sent pictures to she-who-loves-me. Ninja looked completely at home in the photos. Spoiled even. Happy cat. And happier yet still when he met his friend Cassie, a black cat who already lived at his new house. Yay! And even happier when the thunderstorms came (and the lightening flashed) and all that booming and flashing was outside while he was inside. Warm. Fed. Happy. Doted On.
I thought I’d share a few photos with you. He still looks like the little kitten who frolicked here, but now he’s nearly grown. And he’s big! He loves getting new toys, and one of his favorite games is jumping up high to catch his toys. He’s strong and sleek, healthy and happy.
Most Affectionately Yours,
If this is the rose garden, where are all of the roses? I am most unimpressed.“Just Strolling Through” Black and White Cat