We did it!
August 04, 2016
As soon as I finished grad school Chad and I adopted a rescue kitten. He was tiny and black with big eyes, and played with my shoelaces at the adoption center. I couldn't wait to be his best friend. On the car ride home I sang to him to help him feel safe.
We soon learned Rocket was a nervous little guy, afraid of his own reflection, sudden sounds, even sitting on my lap. At first I was sad, because I wanted an affectionate cat. It turns out that his fear didn't keep him from showing affection, he just did it his own way. As his trust and tenderness slowly bloomed, he taught us to have patience and to love without conditions. Chad worked especially hard to help him to feel safe and respected, and after four years of gentle coaxing, Rocket became a lap cat. Enchantingly, he also started bringing us flowers every day in lieu of the traditional dead mouse or bird. He proudly announced each new gift, knowing it was a job well done. His happiness was like magic.
Rocket died just a year later, and his cancer felt like a sucker punch. He had become the heart of our home. We weren’t ready to say goodbye. But the chemo didn’t work, and he was gone. And everything went hollow.
When Cat Town put out an emergency call for foster volunteers a few months later we weren't ready to open our hearts. But Cat Town had a bold claim: they swore that all we needed to offer was patience and a little space. After losing Rocket to an impossible battle, we couldn’t let these scared kittens die because of something so simple as an overcrowded shelter, so I signed us up us to foster.
Volunteering with Cat Town mended my heart cat by cat, friend by friend. I was able to draw on the patience Rocket gave me and pay it forward to cats in desperate need—cats that would have been euthanized because they were afraid of the sounds and smells of the shelter. And now those cats can give joy to others, transforming homes into families. I couldn't save Rocket, but I could help save hundreds of cats like him with just a few hours a week.
Love teaches, you, changes you, and it heals. And I know loving these little cats has made me a better human.
Cat Town saves those in most need of saving, but despite their transformative work, they struggle to keep their doors open every month. This campaign is to help them continue their work, and I'm asking you to help them by donating to support their life-changing efforts.