Well, it’s a gala celebration weekend over at the SF SPCA. They’re dedicating the new Leanne Roberts Center However, being more into cats than crowds, I decide to come in a day early. Turns out there are a bunch of other volunteers around, so potential customers are inundated with offers of help.
This gives me some quiet time with my faves. Among them, Rusty, a big 6 year old reddish brown tabby with luxuriously long hair and a funny square face. Really, you should see this guy’s fur – it’s thick and multihued across his back, lighter, fluffy and wavy on his belly, and sprouting in dark little tufts from his feet. His tail seems yards long and super full.
Rusty’s a bit nervous at first, and greets anyone who opens his door with a loud distinctive cry. But then he chills, and comes out to be petted, and rolls around on the floor, paws flailing, purring happily. He’s classified as an "Executive" – so he’s fairly independent, with his own schedule to keep, and he lets me know when it’s time to switch gears and snack on some kibble.
A quite young couple ask about visiting Baby, a precious 12 year old lap girl. Actually it’s really the young woman who wants to meet her, and she explains that they want to adopt either an old or very young cat, that they’re still working this out.
Despite this contradiction, the pair get along well and have a good time walking around the shelter. I also show them Lorena, a lithe young orange tabby, who’s got a completely different personality than Baby. They both seem to like her – well they’re both into cats, that’s obvious. And into each other, dedicated to making the relationship work. So hopefully whatever compromise is struck will work out for everybody involved.
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