Who is next? What is next?

There is no obvious step 2 after Hoppy.  However if you look for a long lifer than you have to go to Brinny.  Brinny was one of those dark tortishell cats that I had never seen before, and suddenly there were two of them, and another followed. We were overwhelmed by them at one point.  Annd they all found homes, all except one.   Brinny was never adopted.  She was only 8 months when she came in, and as all cats around her came and went, she just stayed. 

My memory dates back to a shy cat that liked sitting near the plate glass windows and liked attention in small doses.  She was friendly whenever I entered the room and wanted a little pat, but once she had eaten she just wanted to chill out.  At some stage she decided that food was the most important thing and she began to put on weight suddenly.  And as we all know (well some of us anyhow) weight is easier to put on than take off.  We were given warnings about not feeding her over much, however it did not change her body shape.  She became rounder and that was fine by her. 

She was a peaceful soul and did not interact with other cats much, dispite being in a room full of them.  And the longer she stayed, the more worried people became. She was not worried, this was her home.  Some cats are determined to escape, and plot ways of scooting between your legs as soon as the door is opened.  Not her.  

Finally someone adopted her.  That was cause to celebrate as they were starting to get worried.   A week later she was back.  In a unfamiliar environment she peed where she shouldn't, and after a few indiscressions was back with us.  She was adopted a second time and back she came.   This time for being accused of biting through electric chords.  The SPCA was not convinced about this, but the customer was always right and into room one she went.  We had only come to accept the shock of a room without her, and than things went straight back to normal.  To the right order of things. She settled in real quick, but unknown to her our SPCA was redoubling efforts to adopt her out. 

She was put on the list of cats that they wanted to find a home and given grand treatment.  She was taken in a cage to outings so she could impress people and make them want to adopt her.  However this sort of thing made her Hiss and become unfriendly. She was never at home in a cage surrounded by people. It was a tactic that was doomed to failure.    She had her home, it was room 1 and she liked it there. Special deals were offered.  I have a photo of one. Brinnys card.   Funnily enough I never actually had a photo of her.  When I look back through them, not a one.  Thats the irony of this piece.  I rarely bought a camera to the spca, and when I did it was always to photograph another cat.  Or film them.  Brinny was among the cast of thousands in the background.  Like many people who came in looking for a cat there were always other cats that took your fancy.  Brinny was overlooked. Yes even by my camera. 

Than she went out to foster homes to try and get her to adopt to the world.  I still asked after her, and she was not very happy there from all reports.  The SPCA did not want a Hoppy Mark II and were determined to find her a place.  And at a meeting one day she was offered to the Hospital, and BANG. Just like that.  She had a new life.  A hospital cat.  I was amazed as I never expected her to find a place that suited her, but she did. She settled in from all accounts.  I have not been to hospital since all this, but I will be one day.  And I shall seek her out.  So there you have it.  A happy ending.