My Foster Almost Got Named “Bush Did 9/11”

A friendly acquaintance I met through Bluesky, who had wanted to adopt the last fluffy tuxie I fostered, adopted the one that everyone thought was a boy until they were prepping for a neuter.

His other cat was adopted to solve a serious mouse problem, and wears her nails down hunting. He'd never tried to cut a cat's nails before and was nervous about it, so he kept hesitating, even though kitten claws are like needles. He's just under 5 miles away, and it was a perfect day for a ride, sunny, 60°, with a bike lane or a greenway for almost all of it. So I offered to come show him how.

I am glad I live in a city as cool as #Portland, which subsidizes e-bikes for elderly, disabled, and low income people. I am all three, so after my meat-powered bike was stolen, I just kind of stopped leaving the house except for necessary errands. I live just a 10 minute walk from a rail stop, but my knee will be on fire by the time I get there. Getting an #ebike has made the world accessible again.

Normally, you have to wait a few weeks or months to be approved, then you go to one of the recommended shops, pick out a bike, put down your portion, and the city sends them a check for the rest. But when I told the shop near me that I couldn't foster bottle babies for the Humane Society without the bike, and #kitten season was kicking off, they very kindly allowed me to put it on a credit card and refund part of it later. They are only a few blocks out of the way when I'm going to the shelter, so I stopped by with Rigby, Bee, Charlie, and Marley, so all the tattooed guys could coo over them.

I feel like the miscommunication about my previous #fosterkittens was fortuitous. The mighty huntress is hostile, and Bee was much easier to bully than Pepper is. She just kept on walking right up to Gummitch and Groucho, tail high, no matter how many times they hissed or growled at her, and didn't cringe in fear when they did. She just averted her eyes or walked away.

I lent him some clear plastic playpen panels to put across the door of the home office she's in whenever the huntress is inside. She should start hating Pepper less once they can communicate more. All she sees now is a strange cat that tries to swat her under the door. Pepper can't really show her any deference by looking away or offering her belly, or win her over with friendly tail and whiskers.

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