Foster Cat Update

I recently received the most wonderful update on a cat I fostered for most of last summer, named Bear. It brought tears to my eyes and made me so happy. I always say how lucky I am to be able to help out doing something I love so much. I wanted to share the message from Bear's adopter with all of you. The last picture cracks me up SO bad:


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I just wanted to update you and let you know how well Bear is doing. I don't know how in the world she ended up with that name, but so glad she did because it was the reason I adopted her. She is an absolute joy. Remember when you said she wasn't a lap cat? I am pleased to tell you that she is now a lap cat. One of her favorite things to do is sleep on my lap when I lay down. She is my best buddy and follows me around and comes when I call her, like a dog, haha.

She still doesn't like being picked up (but slowly getting better about that). She started clawing furniture so I got her a 6ft cat tree and she loved sitting on the top of it and looking out the window, and only claws the rugs now. Her favorite place to sit, when she is downstairs, is on a chair that my beloved deceased cat Baron (nicknamed Bear) loved to sit. I don't think her eyesight is so great because sometimes when I feed her dinner (she still eats like a champ) she follows me when I walk away. I just started picking her up and putting her in front of her dish. She loves to follow me around the house and she is never usually out of eyesight, except at night, she likes to sleep downstairs.

She broke my heart when I was bringing her to the vet when I thought she had a bladder infection (she didn't, turns out I was smelling the remnants of old Bear's markings). She cried in her carrier the whole way over. Actual cries that you could hear. I'm sure you remember that she normally can't make sound when she meows, and still doesn't. She also peed and pooped in the carrier, out of fear. I felt so bad because I figured out that she was afraid I was going to give her away! The not being able to cry has gotten her locked out on the front porch a couple times, so I put bells on her collar. I take her on trips with me and finally, on the last trip, she didn't pee and poop in the carrier from fear. Yay!

My big golden retriever, Billy, was terrified of her and couldn't stand to be in the same room with her, but she loves him! He's starting to come around and accept her. He was another rescue from Tennessee so who knows where that fear came from.

I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking such good care of her. I was in a pretty bad depression when I got her but she really helped pull me out of it completely. Wonderful people like you help animals but you also, in turn, help people. I hope you are doing well.