Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
This evening as we were arriving at our hotel on the North Carolina coast, we heard a cry in the parking lot. We thought it might be a cat, so we called for it. The cry persisted. Out of the darkness ran a little orange kitten.
The kitten was desperate. He cried and cried, until we picked him up, put him in our car, and drove around looking for a place to buy cat food after midnight. We found some at a gas station, along with cat litter, and then we smuggled him up into our hotel room. We have since bathed him several times to combat the flea infestation from which he was suffering.
Throughout these multiple baths, he has not stopped purring once. He follows us everywhere. He wants to be cradled and cuddled constantly, he is especially fond of toes and kisses.
On top of everything, it seems as though his whiskers have been cut. We don’t know everything this little guy has been through, but he’s clearly had a hard life so far and he deserves so much better. As you all know if you’ve been following me, we already have multiple cats and probably shouldn’t add another to our household. However, surely someone out there can give this guy a home.
We found him in Morehead City, NC, and will be traveling back up to Chapel Hill. NC on Sunday. Is there anyone who is interested in this little guy and can meet us to give him a good home? Please send me or Ash a message if you’re interested.
Please reblog even if you can’t offer him a home. Maybe someone you know can!
This is Tobias T. Kitten. I’d posted a year or so ago, telling you how he’d been in humane societies for the first year of his life, living in small cages. This had left him with a tendency to bite and scratch, to attack hands that came at him from unexpected angles, and how he hadn’t figured out he could play with toys without a human around.
I’m pleased to let you know that in the last year or so, Toby has stopped attacking hands. His favourite thing in the world now is to repeatedly “ask” to be picked up and carried around the house. He’s also mastered the fine art of playing on his own, spreading his toys all around the house. He also absolutely adores long snuggles, with a generous addition of purrs and headbutts.
I can’t say it enough: an animal that may not seem perfectly desirable at first can, with love and patience, end up as an amazing addition to a family. We would never have thought that this little character would be as interactive and cuddly as he’s ended up becoming.
Sometimes all an animal needs is a chance. I’m so glad we gave Toby his.
