Now that I have Twisted Tuesdays for Twister, I think it’s only fair to dedicate Wednesdays to — who else? — Wednesday. 🙂
Among all my cats, Wednesday is probably the one who suffers from Middle Child Syndrome. I adopted her on 11 April 2012, a little over a year after Twister found me. Cats, I realized at that point, are like that certain brand of potato chips: once you start, you can’t stop. I was thinking that my first born needed a companion since I was busy teaching and was away most of the time. I did my calculations and knew that I was not only ready emotionally, but also financially. I was still sharing a flat with my brother then so I had to talk to him about my decision. He was open to the idea as long as 1) I continue to be responsible for everything. They were my cats and not his so I should not expect him to take care of them, and 2) it had to be a black one. I concurred with both: number one was never a doubt anyway and I never expected any help from him and number 2 was part of my plan. I adore tabbies, but black cats are marvelous! If I were to expand my feline family then I had to have a black one.
So I asked and I scoured Facebook for information. That’s how I got to know CARA Welfare Philippines, a non-profit, non-governmental organization that promotes and protects animal welfare in the country. I also became a member of a Filipino cat group on FB, Cat Care Philippines. I looked at the photos of kitties that were up for adoption and heard their stories. Twister got me started on being a cat lady, but my search for Wednesday made me into a conscientious and compassionate one.
I finally got a tip from my brother that there was a black cat for adoption near our place. He had a friend who was the son of an active volunteer of CARA and had a cattery at home. So I sent my application for adoption, set up a meeting with them, and went to their place. They had about 40 cats at that time — all clean, healthy and happy. I never knew a place like that existed in Manila! The cats were all lounging around except for 2 little kitties who were zooming around playing hide and seek. One of them was black. Her name was Midnight then. I took a look at her and knew she was The One. I was able to hold her for a few seconds and then she was off again chasing her tri-colored sister. We were all convinced that this was going to work, so we arranged for her delivery to my home.
After doing some research on cat introductions, my brother and I agreed to keep Midnight in my brother’s room for 2-3 weeks before letting her roam the rest of the apartment and, most important of all, meet His Royal Highness. They came and I announced that I was going to rename her Wednesday (for Wednesday Addams). There were no violent reactions so that was that. Her first night was tough on her, I imagine. From galavanting with her sister in a compound full of cats to being alone in a bedroom. I felt bad for her, but I knew she would adjust. I’ll leave the rest of the story for later. 🙂
So here she is, all grown up and ever so gorgeous. She has a great relationship with Twister — they can sit together in peace and groom each other once in a while — plus she has started to run around and play with the kitties, Astroboy and Ella. She’s Ms. friendship in this household. At 2 years old, she has grown up to become quite a loving and sweet cat. She can be a diva, mind you, but you can always count on her to keep the peace in our home. I look forward to writing more about her. ¡Hasta la próxima miércoles! 🙂