adoption

Rinky was adopted from Good Mews as a kit­ten. Nine years later, she was returned because Grandma was mov­ing in with the fam­ily and Grandma is highly aller­gic to cats.

How­ever, Rinky’s human brother, who had grown up with her, now is a law stu­dent in Miami and does not live with the rest of the fam­ily. When he found out, after the fact, that Rinky had been returned, well, he basi­cally went bal­lis­tic. He was imme­di­ately on the phone to Shan­non (our shel­ter man­ager) to tell her that this was a mis­take and that HE intended to come get Rinky ASAP. He fol­lowed up the call with a faxed let­ter (which I read in Rinky’s folder) that was heart­warm­ing. Rinky was imme­di­ately put on hold to await his arrival.

The fol­low­ing Sat­ur­day, Rinky’s “brother” arrived, cat car­rier in hand, not ten min­utes after we opened. He had flown up from Miami the night before and was fly­ing back that night, WITH Rinky. Dad was with him, so evi­dently they had set­tled their dif­fer­ences. I was han­dling another adop­tion (Gabby, to a past vol­un­teer who had wanted to adopt her years ago and felt finally in a posi­tion to do so), so I didn’t wit­ness the reunion back in Intake. At one point, though, I had to go ask Karen a ques­tion, and saw Rinky’s cage door open, with Rinky lying there with her head in her “brother’s” hand and him scritch­ing her. She’s clearly going to be well cared for and spoiled rot­ten down in Miami for the rest of her life, rather than being one of the crowd at Good Mews.

I love a happy story!