Yesterday, after we visited Mandy, we did something that was LONG overdue, follow-up on Asher, who was adopted by VZ on Jan 24 06.
He looked like this then, but bigger:
He was adopted together with Ariel, the littlest lion:
Yesterday, when we caught glimpses of Asher, we hardly recognised him – he has grown remarkably. Well, we only caught glimpses because he was so shy. But for a tweenager less than a year old (he was a late November/early Decemober 05 baby), he is really large. We couldn’t take pictures – there was no opportunities, even though we stayed a full hour. We did get to know his “sister”, Jill, a locally-bred Norwegian Forest cat a bit older than him. We also met Gus, who’s a 5 year old westie, and Cab, who’s a very handsome and LARGE labrador, showing all the grandeur of his nine years.
Gus and Cab were gracious hosts, and sat with us as we chatted with V and learnt about Asher’s idyllic lifestyle. We even managed to touch Jill. Looking at her, we can’t help but think that Kheilly has Norwegian Forest cat in his blood:
But the elusive star of the visit remained out of sight for the most part. Perhaps we’ll arrange a 2nd visit later, and this time get pictures of everybody.
Asher shares a very large garden with Jill, Gus and Cab. It’s a great way of life, and we’re happy to see he has the run of such spacious grounds.
Unfortunately, dear little Ariel does not share this fantastic life with Asher. On 26 Jan, two days after V brought them home, Ariel passed on. Asher was also sick, but clearly survived and thrived.
We were not surprised at the outcome – Asher had been the largest and healthiest kitt in Angel’s litter. We were rooting for Ariel though – he was such a cool little dude, always surveying his littlest kingdom on Mount Angel.
But what was heartwarming was V’s stance. We felt gratified, and we are (still) grateful to V for taking on full responsibility for the kitts, and getting the kitts medical attention asap when they started getting sick the next day they were home, on the 25th. It was very nice of her to stick it through with the kitts and keep Asher. I’m making special mention of this, because Foster Mum has countless jaded stories of how adopters return cats at the merest sign of illness or ask for help with medical bills and attention, sometimes months after adoption. Some even wait for Foster Mum to go to their homes, to get the cat and send him/her to the vet, and do whatever’s necessary!
These stories can make one very very weary, because you’d wonder at the mentality of adopters who can’t seem to suck it up and BE RESPONSIBLE.
It is also stressful and a financial strain for fosters and guardians, because it’s almost like you’re merely getting alternative foster arrangements for the cats, not get them permanent, loving homes. Adopting out to such people also ties fosters and guardians’ hands financially, because having to continually be there to help adopters with the cats’ medical needs means we can’t help more cats. It is something that troubles us a lot.
But back to topic. Like Austen and Aaren, Asher has found a good home. At least I’ve not failed Angel entirely.