tele_mark says:
Yeah, sad story, but it was balanced a little. Ivan got adopted out to my landlord's son, for his little daughter. When he turned two and wasn't "cute" anymore, he had the decency to come to me first to ask if I wanted him back before he put Ivan in a shelter. And Robocat was going to my landlord's secretary, and I was getting him ready to go, but at the very last minute, they decided they didn't want to adopt a cat, so I decided to keep him.
tele_mark says:
Two went to a young couple with a little daughter. I worked with the husband, 20 at the time, and they took two. The wife's grandparents took one. A few years later, when I moved into my house, I found their phone number and called. I got the wife. Apparently, early on, they separated the brothers, and one went to her sister's house in NH, because the brothers "made too much noise", apparently playing together :-( . I couldn't get much more info out of them, and they ignored my emails asking for pics of the cats. I even offered to buy them back at $600 per cat. Just got silence. Very mad about it to this day.
tele_mark says:
I adopted Chloe 1 year ago this week. I was wondering how she's doing, so I shot the new servant an email. I got back"She's eating like a little piggie has to be over 7 lb now, can't feel her ribs now and she's not as picky an eater as she used to be, she seems to have "adopted" me as her human as I am home in between shifts,
She's a good cat with a good home. Thanks!"
I asked if he'd send some pics of her, and he snapped these two impromptu, with a promise of more later --- "Chloe hanging out with (on) me will snap a few of her by herself tomorrow."
tele_mark says:
They're still getting used to Mikesch. He "herds" them around now like Storm did from the beginning, but they haven't taken to him yet. This pic is rare too, they don't cuddle with Storm so much since Robocat died. Hopefully it'll pass.
tele_mark says:
Floppy the Rock. Still the same as I met him in May 2000. Well, ok, maybe just slightly more with a chip on his shoulder, and a bit miffed (but tolerant) about the youngsters.