Good News/Bad News – Mr. Woods

Interesting week of news… happy to hear the Gulf oil gusher is finally plugged, yet know there are untold environmental consequences. Hooray for overturning Prop 8 – but oops, there’s a stay and it’ll probably end up in the Supreme Court. Here at Maddie’s there were dozens of adoptions (yay, and glad to see my girl Sassy finally went home). Yet the condos are still packed full of homeless kitties.

First kitty I meet is Mr. Woods, a 6 year old "personal assistant," who’s still getting adjusted to his new condo. He’s mostly white with tabby bits on his head and tail, and a sweet, anxious expression. He’s been pretty severely shaved, and I can see how skinny he is, but his tuft of a tail shows he’s a long hair. Each paw has extra toes, giving him even more of a big footed look.

He purrs and rubs and stares up at me, tail still swishing when he hears noises in the hall. He hasn’t been eating well, but lets me feed him individual pieces of kibble, though he likes to head butt the hand that feeds him. He’s cuter than his picture, but I imagine he’s a challenge to photograph – no doubt tries to butt the camera too.

Unlike last week, most of the people here early on are just wandering around for entertainment. A couple different young families cruise through, one dad alternating between chatting on his phone and rapping on the cats’ doors. Another little girl squats, enthralled, at each door, while her sister whines to go look at dogs.

But later, a pair of dream potential adoptees appear, asking specifically for senior cats. I immediately direct them to 14 year old Lukey, who’s newly arrived from the Sido program. He’s a friendly plump long hair, also mostly white with orange on his head and tail, and a few areas of matting clipped away.

He seems to be adjusting pretty well, but at one point when I sat with him earlier, he just wandered around meowing, pretty much asking for his person, before settling on a cushion covered by an old sweater. He does will with the young couple, although as I assure them that he likes to play he instead flops directly onto his toy for more petting.

They want to look around some more, so I don’t know the end of the story yet. But it seems like it could be a good news ending to Lukey’s bad news situation.