Gorgeous male cat needs home

It's spelled Chatzee on his vet records but I wouldn't be surprised if they just didn't know the right way to spell it. He is a total sweetie, he was sleeping in my laundry basket when I woke up this morning.

Mama, he loves to lay down with his paws stretched out like that. When you go to pet him he does that thing with his claws, I swear he's telling me, "I am so fierce!"

Chatzee narrowly escaped being given to an unsavory woman. Let me explain. J is the neighbor who owned Chatzee and left him behind. T and E are friends of J and my next door neighbors. When J moved he left Chatzee in E and T's "care". They couldn't have him in their apartment for personal reasons so they left him in J's empty apartment for 2 weeks. During this time they fed him but spent very little time with him. A window was also left open and Chatzee jumped out of the window and spent the night in the backyard. (Fortunately J's apartment is on the 2nd floor so he wasn't hurt.) It was after this that I brought him up to my place.

My original plan was to bring Chatzee back to the vet clinic J adopted him from. The vet is Noah's Ark in Bed-Stuy and they were more than happy to take him back and find him a new home. E and T were fine with that and T even wrote the clinic a letter explaining why they couldn't keep him. It was a few days before I could get him over there and by then he was settling in nicely. So I called the clinic and suggested I foster him for them and we all try to find him a new home. A little over a week ago T told me she had a friend interested in adopting Chatzee. I told her that was fine but that I wanted to meet her first to check her out. Well, the other night T knocks on my door to tell me that her friend M is here to pick up the cat! I go next door to meet M, who turns out to be very defensive when I ask her anything. I told her I'd been fostering for over a year and I liked to make sure the cats go to a good home. She tells me, "Oh, he's going to a good home!" Like I'm just going to take her word for it.

Against my better judgement and because T vouched for her, I reluctantly agree. Turns out M doesn't even have a carrier so she wants me to give her one. The only carriers I have readily available are soft ones for my own cats. I dig a plastic carrier out but it's missing the door so I go hunting for it. Meanwhile M and her gentleman friend are waiting in the hallway telling T that they are in a rush and have to go. I call T into my place and tell her I'm not comfortable with the situation. That I don't know anything about this woman, where she lives, who lives with her, whether she's had pets in the past, etc... Oh, I almost forgot! She didn't know anything about Chatzee, how big he is, whether he'd been fixed or had all his shots.

T gets upset with me because "I'm making her look bad in front of her friends", when she was the one who put me on the spot. T opens my door to tell them I'm not giving them the cat, Mumps and Grumps run out in the hallway. Grumps runs into E and T's apartment but I don't see where Mumps goes. I go next door to get Grumps, put him in my apartment and ask T and her friends whether Mumps went downstairs. T tells me no and her friends say nothing, I ask them 2 more times because I know that Mumps likes to run downstairs. As I head down to get Mumps M says in a really snotty voice, "Oh, she's going to get another cat!" I go down and grab Mumps (who was by the front door) and hear M and her friend coming down the stairs. M says to her friend, "It's not like it's a fucking child!" As I pass them I tell them, "I asked you 3 times whether or not the kitten ran downstairs and you couldn't answer me. You think I'm going to trust you with a cat?" Keep in mind that Mumps is white and black, not very stealthy, and had to run past M and her friend to get to the stairs.

So, that's my little drama. T and I have made up a bit and are friendly again. E and T are not bad people, they've been really sweet to me since I moved here and T even cooks for me sometimes. But T doesn't think of pets the same way I do, pets are just pets to her. For me, pets are family. Well, if you've read this far let me thank you! Chatzee is doing so well, he plays with Squeaks and they even sleep together. He likes to lay on his back on my bed, with his big belly and boy nipples showing. I swear, sometimes I can almost hear him thinking, "I am soooo fabulous!"

I have a camera now, thanks to Flexi! I'll post soon with more pics of the fabulous Chatzee.

He is quite fabulous!

Anytime you want to load up on Benadryl you're more than welcome to come smoosh some kitties at my place. Kitty belly smooshing party at my house!

Still nothing for Chatzee, people just don't realize how fabulous he is. I need to hook up my other printer and make a flyer for him.