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I admit it — I’ve fallen madly in love with Agate (now Emily), and she’ll be staying here. STOP LAUGHING. But Jet still needs a home, because holy crap, I don’t need two of Loiosh.
I found a place nearby that has a fund to cover getting pets spayed and neutered for cheap, so good news — he’ll be fixed before he goes to his Forever Home! I’m still hoping to raise some money to cover his shots, so if you can’t take him but want to help, I sure wouldn’t object.
(Any extra funds will go to the place that’s generously doing the spay/neuter for me, cos they’re a good cause!)
So the NEW rules:
1) He always has a place here. If the new owners cannot keep him for any reason, I will not ask questions, I will not judge, I will not grouse on my blog. I will just come get him and bring him back home.
2) Between me and various friends I’m pretty sure we can get transportation to cover goodly chunks of the central East Coast — I will deliver Jet to anywhere within a couple hours of Knoxville, at the very least.
3) He must be an indoor kitty. He’s lived the outdoor life and now deserves to be safe in a climate-controlled environment with soft beds and lots of toys. (If you manage to leash-train him, of course he may go outside — with you, on the leash! But not by himself!)
4) No declawing. It’s mean. Just no.
5) Yes, he’s adorable. But you know what? Surprise kittens make crap gifts, y’all. Therefore I will need to be in contact with the actual person with whom he’ll be living. I do not care how well you know your friend/roomie/spouse/partner/parent/sibling/dentist. Kittens are not a good present.
6) As of right now I have no idea how Jet does with other critters, because he’s still in quarantine. Look for more info after his check-up and FIV/FeLV testing!
7) He’s been treated for fleas, he’ll be tested for FIV/FeLV, and he’ll be going in to get fixed Sept. 12. Jet will be ready for a home a few days after that — I want to make sure he’s recovered okay.
And now, kitten pics!
I did manage to get one picture of him without a goofy look on his face, but only one:
He climbed up into the windowsill himself, but then was Very Not Sure Mom:
And the Famous Bellehtuft! (Plus obligatory goofy look.)
In two weeks he’s gone from terrified to one of the loudest purrs I’ve ever heard. It’s actually hard to get good pictures of him, because he insists on being RIGHT UNDER MY CHIN. At all times. LOVE MOM LOVE NOW.
He’s adorable, getting braver by the moment, and needs a good home with people to give him Plenty Love.
Are you his people? Holding back because you live in Colorado or something? We’ll get him there. We can do it.
Just let me know. Cos he needs a home.