I have opened the doors of The House on the Hill to two adorable kitties who needed a home! It’s been almost a month since Banky left this world, and while I am still processing this loss (which includes crying as I type this), I have been driven mad by the silence.
For sixteen years, I have opened my home, my life, and my heart to stray cats who needed a loving home. After Banky left, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do that again because losing those little purr balls was just so hard on me.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve realized that the saying “It’s better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all” applies to pets as well as to people. I knew there were kitties out there who needed someone to love them and save them. After much Deep Thought, I realized that Banky would want me to open The House on the Hill again.
Not to replace him, of course, because that would never be possible, but to continue the trail of love that has been a big part of my life for so long.
I thought that the first day of my vacation would be the perfect time to adopt some new balls of fur because it would give them plenty of time to adapt to their new home and to me with me here to watch over them.
This morning, I was at The Bangor Humane Society when the doors opened. I knew I wanted two kitties, so that they would be able to keep each other company when I was at work, and I definitely wanted to adopt a pair that had come in together and the staff did not want to separate.
As I suspected I would, I cried upon seeing all the adorable creatures in their cages, hoping that someone would love them enough to take them home. I wanted to adopt them all, but I knew that wasn’t feasible or at all sane. I tried to hide my tears, but after a while, I simply gave up and just let them flow. No point in not being myself, right?
I was overjoyed to see that so many of the cages had an “I have been adopted!” sign on them. That definitely made me feel better.
It became obvious pretty quickly, though, which kitties would be making the trip home with me. They were Cali, a one year old black female, and Panzier (that name was definitely going to change!) an 8 year old tiger female. They were the only two kitties who didn’t come to the front of the cage to greet me. They stuck together, seemed scared, and just stared at me.
Those were the ones. I knew I wanted to open my heart to two kitties that would have a hard time finding homes. Keren, the very nice BHS employee who helped me with my adoption, told me that the duo had been there the longest, and that she had fostered them when they’d come to the shelter. Keren assured me that although they appeared shy now, they were very loving kitties, and that little Cali went a little bonkers when her big sister wasn’t around.
That just sounded perfect. They have been running around The House on the Hill, checking out their new digs, and sizing up their Kitty Daddy. Right now, they are both up under my bed, so I thought I’d write about them while they got settled.
I’ve renamed the older one “Luna”. A little nod to Magic and Harry Potter seemed fitting.
Even though tears have been flowing the entire time I’ve been writing this, they are tears of joy. My house is a home again! Purrrrrrrrfect!