Come Meet Queen Victoria Noire: An Adult Homeless Foster Cat
HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!
I am now showing off my SEVENTH Adult Homeless Foster Cat. This will be the last interview in this series and I will do my final wrap up on Sunday, November 2nd.
My intention with this series is to draw attention to the serious backlog of adult homeless foster cats stuck, totally stuck in the foster care system.
Let me introduce you to Her Royal Highness Queen Victoria Noire…a senior, but totally elegant lady cat.
Savannah: *attempts to dip a tiny curtsy* “Queen Victoria Noire!!!! I am so pleased you agreed to allow me to enter your royal quarters to have this interview. My that is a very high perch you have there.”
Queen Victoria Noire: “Good morning Lady Savannah, it is a pleasure to welcome you to my kingdom and a pleasure to be speaking with you today. I trust you are well, as am I. Here, here…allow be to come down and join you.”
Savannah: “It must be difficult for a ladycat of your distinction to be without your very own personal castle in which to live. I mean, one wants to do a bit of touching up in colors and styles that suit one’s taste, right?”
Queen Victoria Noire: “Absolutely. This is my second foster home since being abandoned at the shelter. You see Savannah, I was ‘owner surrendered’…ahem…but let’s talk about that in a moment. I have been here, oh, about five months. Prior to me coming to this wonderful home I was fostered for about four months with another lady.”
Savannah: “Ok, first your original ‘owner’ surrendered you to the public kill shelter, and then then you were saved from that place as was I and you lived for a few months with your first foster. And then you moved again to this foster…did I get all that right?”
Queen Victoria Noire: *sigh* Well, where do I start? I had a loving home. I was adopted as a little princess kitten and enjoyed my home life until the fateful day, *bows head in dismay* at seven years old, when my guardian decided to adopt a dog.
Don’t get me wrong, I wish for all animals to have a loving home, but this was not really a good idea for me. My guardian “presented” me with this dog, and I reacted negatively. It was all so strange for me; my kingdom had changed, my status had changed and I became very upset. Because I didn’t react positively, I was surrendered to the high kill shelter and left to my fate.
The good news is someone cared about what had happened to me and they reached out to Community Concern 4 Cats (CC4C) and asked them to help me. Thankfully they did, and they rescued me from that noisy, cold, harsh environment.
Savannah: “MOUSES! Queen Victoria Noire, how are you managing all this?”
Queen Victoria Noire: *Chortle* Well, let’s see. First and foremost, I am not a princess kitten any more, I am a Queen. And lots of people are looking for a prince or princess, not a Queen who can have a tendency to be ‘not amused’ about more than just a few things.
Oh, and the fact that I haven’t really been able to go to the adoption sites because I have had to spend a considerable amount of time decompressing from the multiple traumas I endured; this has not helped at all. However, that is getting so much better and I have been to adoptions twice, and will be gracing Pet Food Express with my presence until such time as I have found my new kingdom.
Savannah: “ummm…Queen Victoria Noire, may I request that you tell me a bit about what happened to you during and after your stay at your first foster home? If it isn’t too much trouble, that is.”
Queen Victoria Noire: “Ahem, I adored my first foster home. She was so very accommodating and kind. However, not long after arriving, I was whisked off to the VET for a thorough examination to determine the state of my overall health. They discovered that I had a severe Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) to the point that my *whispers behind her paw to Savannah* ‘pee’ was almost pink. Yes, yes dearest Savannah. I had blood in my urine. It was terribly painful for me, and I never allowed anyone to know.
To make matters worse, the sweet person who was fostering me must have taken in some other cats to foster who had FLEAS!!! I was so distressed over those little demon things biting at me that I over groomed and created ‘hot spots’ all over my body. *shakes head remembering*The foster human to whom I was delivered after being treated for this stressful flea condition then agreed to allow me to create my temporary kingdom and spacious quarters here.”
Savannah: “You are the bravest senior homeless lady cat I can imagine. Any human family who discovers you and takes you to your forever castle will indeed have found a true Queen.”
Queen Victoria Noire: *blushing* Oh Savannah, you do boost one’s spirit I must say.
I have to say, my foster caregivers are doing everything in their power to make me feel comfortable attending adoptions, they even procured me a royal carriage so that I don’t have to suffer the indignities of being in a carrier or a cage. They understand the needs of a Queen (they are, after all, British. As am I) oh and there is this other teensy little issue; I am not willing to share my kingdom with other cats, or dogs.
Savannah: “Queen Victoria Noire, why don’t you tell me what your new castle and staff can expect from you as their Queen?”
Queen Victoria Noire: The first thing to expect is that, more than likely, I am not going to be a lap cat day one. But given enough time and patience I will learn to trust and be a great companion.
They can however expect that I won’t shred curtains, or screens, or sofas. I am also meticulous with my bathroom habits, I won’t be peeing inappropriately. I won’t be demanding either. I’ll survey my kingdom from on high to make sure everything is as it should be, and I will grace my new family with a dignified presence. Although I might make out my current adoptive parents to be complete fibbers and sit on your lap day one. After all, I am Queen Victoria Noire and I get to make the rules up as I go along. I will love them, cuddle with them, albeit conditionally.”
Savannah: “Well said! Ok, let’s talk about your hopes and dreams for your permanent castle and the family who will serve you.”
Queen Victoria Noire: “Well, *claps front paws together in excitement* it is likely that I need a home that is more like a library than a circus, which probably means no rowdy children. When you add it all up, it really starts to limit my options don’t you think?
Savannah: *holds up paws* Whoa, I am not the lady cat to be answering that because I also simply was not able to tolerate the commotion of human young people.”
Queen Victoria Noire: “Why that is very reassuring Savannah. Oh, and my fur is silky and beautiful, but all black. Actually, I will make anyone who becomes my forever family always look very slim; black IS the most slimming of colors you know.
I adore my foster parents but I am tired of being confined to one room. I’d love a home where my new family is willing to be patient with me and understand that I might be a little fearful to start with. I’m thinking that an older couple or person would be perfect for me. I’d love to have a castle (cat tower) that affords me a view out of the windows, as I don’t like to go outside but do like a room with a view.
I must be an only pet though. I’m traumatized from my experience with a dog, and don’t believe I will ever recover enough to be able to live with other animals, be they cats or dogs. I’m not really asking for much, just a calm place to rest my head and have a nice human staff who will love me.
Of course I do still like to play, so someone who wants to bond with me through play time would be great.
It sounds like a tall order, doesn’t it? I don’t think I am asking for much, and I know there is someone out there looking for a Queen like me, I just need you to help us find each other Savannah, so anything you can do would be wonderful
Savannah: “My Queen, it is my pleasure to work hard to assist you in finding that perfect forever castle where you can rest your head next to your human (s) and find peace and contentment. Let’s get to work!”
Please take a moment to enjoy watching my guest interact with her current foster human.
And so ends my final interview in my series “I Am An Adult Homeless Foster Cat: Savannah reveals hopes and dreams”.
I so hope that you have found this series both informative and enlightening as to the challenges all Adult Homeless Foster Cats face. It is a huge challenge and now is the time to make a difference. Please SHARE this interview and the others I have been posting.
You can find them all by simply going to the right of my blog post screen, to my badges and click on the badge for PAW IT FORWARD. All my series post on this topic will be right at the top.
My final wrap up post will be on Sunday, November 1rst. Hope you have time to stop by.