That went down on a Wednesday. Friday, Chris and I found out we needed to (allegedly) be out of the house we were living in by the following Thursday. Because (allegedly) the mortgage had not been paid and the house was in foreclosure.(allegedly) So, I went into panic mode and started looking like a mad woman for a new place to live. And I called. And called and called. Trying to find a new apartment on such short notice that wasn't a rat hole and allowed kitties, and also wasn't an arm and a leg in rent was a little daunting. I did what I could Friday, and then allowed myself the weekend to have a breakdown and plan. My major source of breakdown were the stray kitties that we've been feeding in our backyard. The meth head neighbors next door had abandoned two sweet kitties when they moved. Jupiter is a gorgeous grey longhair boy and Titan is a darling orange long hair girlie who just wanted love. And she was the one that broke my heart. Oh! And last , but not least is Perseus(aka Percy) who was so shy and living under the shed of that house when we moved in. He's a poor white and tiger striped boy, and can't be very old. He's a darling boy. I just broke down whenever I thought of those sweet mowies not having love and food and someone working to find them a forever home. I just sobbed. Often.
Anyway, even as I railed about Idaho law allowing 90 days before being evicted and was told (allegedly) that the notice was (allegedly) given in October. I randomly called a phone number I found in the classified about a place for rent. So, it was on the list of places to see on Monday and my dear friend Ashley was the wheelman as I looked at places. She was great back up as we looked at places, got the wrong keys and had to go back to places and generally was amazing backup. Finally, we got around to checking out the random place. It was AMAZING. Like apartment goldmine. Terribly funky and retro, quiet and clean, and kitty friendly. So, I fell in love, called Chris and the next day it was ours.
I put out a 911 text/phone call to my "framily" and we were all moved out it three days.
So, we're all moved. My kitties are all settled in. They seem to love it here, even without a yard for supervised outside time. Chris kept feeding the kitties at the old house, especially after someone destroyed their little house he had made for them. All sorts of grr with that situation. I have my suspects. And one night he told me Jupiter had a collar on. He hadn't been around as much and looked better fed and brushed not by my doings. Yeah, he'd found a home. One down, woo-hoo!
Here's Jupiter when we first met him. He was so skinny and matted.
Sweet Percy found a home from a very nice woman who Chris ran into at our old place after we had moved to put food out for those kitties still there. She was looking for her kitten Mittens who had gotten out. Chris helped her find him, and she just fell in love with sweet Percy and took him home that night. We've checked on him several times and he's doing great! The last time we saw him prowling about her yard, looking lovely.
This is Percy when he finally became friends with us. I love his cute little pink nose
Now here is the hard part. Chris went over to the old house(which was still being lived in by our former roommate/owner of the house) and found poor, sweet Titan limping and barely able to move. He took her to our vet and they confirmed out worst fear. She had been hit by a car and there wasn't much they could do. We cried and cried and made the hardest, best for her decision to have her put to sleep. So, they made sure she wasn't in pain and let her go. I was gutted. She was so sweet and just wanted to be loved and most all of humanity didn't care.
She was such a lovey girl, and I will never forget her.
