Tails from the land of Rescue Me!
Terresa Cornelius is the rockstar at Rabbit Advocates who provides Spot with information and photos on sweet bunnies in need of homes for publication in Rescue Me!
Terressa’s cover notes are always endearing, and occasionally we just have to share.
Enjoy this sweet tale included in Terressa’s latest cover note . . .
This has been winter of rehoming. Lots of rabbits being sent to Rabbit Advocates as their families are transferred out of the country or into situations where they cannot take animals, and many abandoned rabbits being rescued from parking lots, roadsides, and abandoned backyards. I don't know what seems to have made this winter worse than most, but we've definitely felt it here at Rabbit Advocates. Here at the Cornelius house, we've also experienced rehoming, but in a different manner.
Last fall, we started noticing a nondescript cat slipping about in the predawn shadows. We just assumed it was one of the dozen or so ferals that populate our neighborhood. Over Thanksgiving weekend, "Carl" made his introduction: bare bone thin, limping, and dirty, he showed up on the back porch when we did the evening kibble call. One voraciously eaten meal later, he let us deflea and groom him a bit before flopping down on the couch for a deep sleep.
Carl's collar had a West Linn phone number, so we called in hopes of reuniting him with his family. The gentleman we reached listened politely, then explained that Carl's family was overseas for 2 years, and that after some issues, he'd taken Carl to the mother of the original owners. We got that number and called the mother. It turns out Carl hadn't stayed long with her, either, before being rehomed to another relative, and so on. As Carl's story unfolded, we learned much: he was over 10 years old, he had never lived indoors before, he wasn't litterbox trained, and, while everyone found him to be affable, no one kept him long.
It appears that Carl took matters into his own hands and decided to rehome himself (my husband insists we have a sign under the porch that reads "benevolent, food-bearing suckers ahead." Apparently he is correct.).
Fast-forward to February. Carl apparently is in retirement. He spent all winter lounging on the couch or sleeping on my bed, purring and drooling. His dingy fur has taken on a gloss, and he's learned to signal us when he needs to go outside. I took him in last week for a checkup and grooming. Since he shows no signs of returning to his previous digs, I guess we have a new family member (his last "family" has never returned our calls to claim him).
So, here's to rehoming and to the wonder of watching a creature transform. Here's to a big lunk of a cat that purrs like Johnny Cash and looks up with eyes of pure adoration. Here's to the brotherhood of furry beasts and to the hope that more families will gain animal companions in the near future.
— Terresa Cornelius