Here he was, yesterday, saying goodbye to his foster mom.
Mom and Barney were together since March. Clearly they love each other. I love mom, too, for keeping my beautiful boy all those months until I showed up.
No affection too great for Barnes.
I completely adore him.
The drive here was pretty awful. Foster-mom lives around twenty minutes away – that’s all – felt like twenty years. It was way too hot for him (I have no A/C in my car) and he was scared, panting and meowing. Struck terror in my heart, remembering Fangie panting . . . .
When we finally, red light after dingbat after red light after slowcoach, got ourselves home and into Base Camp, Barney made a beeline for the cave I built him. He then relocated to another hiding place he liked better. It was so touching – even despite his panting short breaths, he was still purring all the while. So I left him alone to settle down for a couple of hours and then I spent lots of lovely one-on-one time with him. He is just the biggest darling ever.
He woke me up at midnight, excavating at the door with his baseball-mit paws. So I got up and spent the rest of an uncomfortable night in Base Camp with him. I didn’t get much sleep. So what. It was totally enjoyable, because he’s just such a love-bug.
As far as Bugsy is concerned, the intro process proceeds. Only one series of yowls, and one serious hiss through the closed door – but this is much easier, so far, than it was with Fang. It seems like he’s calming down faster. No question he’s stressed – he’s whiny and he’s sleeping for many hours – but I think things are going reasonably well.
Barney is just the most wonderful. I couldn’t possibly be happier with him.
I mean, come on. Just look at this.
And I got a good one of Chance.
Life goes on. With a pang.