Rodger, meet friends.
(I think he likes yall!)
Remember those shelter trips I was making to check for Ralph? Well, obviously I didn't find Ralph (yet). But on the first visit there, I was introduced to Mister Squeakers. And there was just something about him. But I left empty handed (and in tears). And along with worrying about Ralphers, I kept thinking about poor Mister Squeakers, locked in a 2x2 cell since the second of August. And how all he wanted was someone to love, and how sad it made me to think of him passed over time and time again for the tiny playful kittens that never seem to spend more than a week at the shelter. I went back again. No Ralph, but there was Mister Squeakers, pawing at me through his cage and rolling on his back begging for a tummy rub and then curling up silently at the back of his cage, watching me with sad kitty eyes as I walked away again. Then drove home, left the babies with my mom, and raced straight back to grab him up before the shelter closed at noon, so sure I was that we couldn't spend another night without Mister Squeakers curled up in our bed.
A name change (named for Aaron Rodgers, our Packer QB, in case you don't do football), some Frontline and a good Furminating later ... he's settling in easily, trying to make nice with George, calmly putting up with A's not-so-gentle "snuggles", and howling at the door when I try to leave. He's not here to replace Ralph, with any luck, he'll just be another buddy for Ralph when he does come home. But in the meantime, our new buddy is sure making us smile. It feels good to save a life. Try it sometime! There's millions of kitties just like Rodger waiting for their forever home.