It's Hard to Do the Right Thing

Whiskey is old enough for a new home. As always, it's practically impossible to find someone who needs a cat. We thought we had a home for him but that fell through.

I would really like to keep him. I feel like he is mine (because I bottle fed him or because I would fall in love with any kitten?). I look forward to coming home because he will be the first to greet me. I scoop him up and cuddle him under my chin. He purrs; I melt.

I have lots of room in my heart for another cat. Technically, I have room in my house for another cat, but "just one more" usually leads to a little regret later on when there are vet appointments to make, litter boxes to clean, food to buy, pet sitters to schedule.

I need to find Whiskey a home.

With the other cats that I foster - they come from the shelter, and I know they have to go back to the shelter in order to be adopted. But Whiskey - I bottle fed him - I can't take him to a shelter. I told my husband that I absolutely cannot take him to the shelter. I respect the shelter, but I can't take him.

Luckily, a niece came to visit, and she and her husband like cats. They adopted January and August from my first batch of foster kittens. They have decided to take Whiskey home and see how it goes. They are coming for another visit in December and will bring all 3 cats with them so I get to see my Whiskey boy again!

I know it was the right thing to do, but I sure do miss him. :(

Nightshade's Point of View - New Name

This is the life!

This guy says my name should be Whiskey (short for Whiskers but maybe the drink too). My mom thinks that if everyone calls me Whiskey then he will let her keep me. Keep your paws crossed.

I like to pat her lips while she smooches at me. Later, I will wrestle with her fingers and hands until I am completely worn out and will need a nap in someone's lap.

This pretty girl likes me a lot.

I am good at Angry Birds. I like to help mom get 3 stars on each level. For some reason, mom says that I mess up her game when I put my paws on the screen and cause a bird to slingshot in the wrong direction. They are birds, I am a cat; it's what I do.

One of the best laps in the house.

I am adorable. They can't stop taking pictures of me.

You Can Lead A Horse to Water...

But you can't make him drink.

Remember I said that I would tell the story about how Nightshade learned to drink water? Well, it's time to tell the story, and I'm glad there are no pictures for proof.

Nightshade (although I call him Mr. Scampers and Shadow more often than not) was bottle fed until recently. Due to the vet's recommendation, he is now eating canned cat food exclusively. From day one, I have made fresh water available to him even when he was getting a bottle.

Now that he is on canned food, it is important that he drink water too, but I never see him take a drink. I see him stare at the water and look very interested in it, but I've never seen him take a lap of water.

I've given it a few days because he may drink water when I'm not watching. Who knows? Also, he sees my other adult cats drink water all the time so he has plenty of examples to follow.

One day, he was staring intently into the water bowl. He would tentatively dip his head and just when I thought he would stick his tongue into the bowl, he would raise his head again. I was worried because he seemed thirsty.

I finally decided to take matters into my own hands. After all, I am pretty sure he thinks I am his mom. I got a different bowl, a human one with no cat germs, and filled it with water. I will regret telling this part...........well, you can probably figure out what I did, right?

Short story is, he now knows how to drink water from a bowl.

Random Pictures

Playing with a sunbeam.

Our favorite activities - reading, relaxing, having a kitten in our lap.

He was really excited that I let him have a little adventure outside.