Fred’s unexpected illness and passing in May left a huge hole in our hearts at Cats Working. But since Fred came to me as a stray, I know he’d disapprove of me wasting a lot of time grieving for him when some other needy cat could use his good home and opportunities. So I recently visited the Richmond Animal League, the no-kill shelter where I met Yul and Adele.
Since Adele has been the sole princess among males since birth, Yul misses having a sparring partner, and Cats Working needs a blogger, we agreed an adult male would be the best fit.
That cat turned out to be a stray who was captured in late 2006 making a dash across the Powhite Parkway, a busy highway in Richmond. He ended up in “the joint” (what the cats tell me they all call RAL), where they named him Dash. Aside from a few months in a foster home, he’s been living in a big room with many cats of both genders.
As Adele was a miniature Fred, Dash resembles Yul — black except for white toes and a patch between his hind legs. Oh, and he still has his tail.
Dash came home on June 2 and we now call him Cole because cat names are never verbs around here.
RAL has a big-screen TV in the cat room, so Cole has been a news junkie, and he’s been devouring the newspaper and magazines since he got here.
He says the past 2 weeks have been a blur, trying to adjust to a drastically different routine and lifestyle, and getting used to being part of a real family, so he wants to take it slow.
But once Cole is settled, he promises he’ll be checking in here. What he’ll have to say is anybody’s guess.