Yes, our missing cat Hope.
On July 18, Hope wandered into a house and made herself at home. The man and his wife had said goodbye to their cat in May, so perhaps Hope felt they needed another one, and who better to fill that void than a cat named, well, Hope. :)
Anyway, when they couldn't locate the owners, the couple finally took her to a recommended veterinarian in Wilmington, who scanned her and called us.
We went to pick her up today...and then didn't.
This couple was very attached to Hope. Hope is very happy with them. So we worked out a foster care arrangement with the couple, similar to the arrangement we have with the owner of Gypsy Soul, 424 Liberty Street in Morris, who has Frances.
Incidentally, the owner acquired Frances in the same way. Frances simply wandered into the store one day, as if she owned the place. For those of you who know Frances, you're probably not surprised.
In Frances' case, the power of Facebook reunited us with our cat; with Hope, it was the forethought of microchipping. Boy, you should have seen how large Hope's eyes got when Timothy and I walked in. After we left, Hope's new foster father sent us this photo.
For Hope's foster family, I know you're curious to meet the rest of her family. Photos below:
Frances and I are enjoying a snuggle at Gypsy Soul.
This is Midnight, mother to Faith, Hope, and Charity.
This is Faith, sitting on my old office desk chair (back when I had an attic office, back when I had a house) with Bertrand the mouse. Faith kept stealing him out of his shoe box. Like a kid, she closed her eyes, thinking that if she couldn't see me, I couldn't see she took the mouse.
This is Charity. He died in May 2013 and is buried next to our dog Scooter behind the garages at our old Channahon house.
This is Alex, Christopher's cat, sitting on the desk at our Channahon home. He was the most loving, congenial cats of them all. Unfortunately, our cats acted like a good 'ol boys club and rejected him. So, another family adopted him.
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