My Story of Being Adopted as an Older Cat

When most people think of adopting a cat, they think first of kittens—tiny, cute, playful, and entertaining. But there is another beautiful and often overlooked population in shelters and foster homes that is just as deserving of love and attention—older cats. 

Here is my story. While I am not a senior cat–approximately four years, seven months old–I am an older cat. I was handed over to Fairview Lodge Animal Shelter about two years, seven months ago. My history before that is unknown. I was at the shelter for about two years until I was brought into my foster mummy’s home to get more one-on-one care. The Fairview shelter is really for larger animals like horses and farm animals, and not for cats. My foster mummy was loving and caring towards me. I love my foster mummy. 

I did not get along with one of the other cats, though. My foster mummy thought it would be good for me to find my own home. I was put up for adoption, with my bio and photo put on Instagram. Mummy saw my picture on Instagram. She wanted to give a home to an older cat who really needed a home. I had been at my foster mummy’s home for seven months when I met mummy. I hid from Mummy due to Barbara, another cat, being in a large crate in the room. She had an injured leg that was healing, so she couldn’t be moved to another room. Barbara is a very outgoing and friendly cat, and it upset me to be in a room with her. Mummy said that she understood that I didn’t know her and I might be shy. 

My foster mummy said to me, “Don’t you want to go to your new home?” I willingly went into the carry box and was taken to my new mummy’s home. She was given medicine for my weepy eyes and promised support in case I had trouble settling in. I was brave and didn’t cry in the car. Mummy knows that there is nothing better than gaining the love and trust of a kitty, so she wasn’t worried about me being shy. After only three days, I wanted to get out of my bedroom, so I was let out to do a little exploration. I enjoyed that. Then Grandma went away for a few days, and it was just Mummy and me. I was fully settled in by the time Grandma returned. I love it here in my new home.

The Busybody Book Club by Freya Sampson

The Busybody Book Club Freya Sampson

Hi! I’m Sassy, @3phibotticelli on Twitter/X. My momma reads about one hundred books a year *proud ears*. So today, I am gonna review one for woo that has a doggy, Craddock the bulldog, in it. Enjoy!

The Busybody Book Club by Freya Sampson

In this fast-action mystery novel, Craddock the bulldog keeps a watchful eye as a woman gets murdered, money gets stolen from the community center, a wedding progresses rapidly, and new romances begin.

Nova is a lovely young bride-to-be. She works at the local community center and hosts a sparsely attended book club.

She shares a scary past with her fiancé and beau, Craig, and someone blamed her for leaving the Center’s door unlocked when thieves stole the roof repair fund money, ten thousand pounds, and suspended her from work.

The St. Tredock Community Book Club members rally to clear Nova’s name. They gather for an emergency book club meeting and examine the facts.

Phyllis recounts the situation. Many suspects exist, but Michael, the newest book club attendee, is foremost among them. At a recent book club meeting, new member Michael had plenty to say about the mother leaving her child behind in the book, Where the Crawdads Sing. After several negative remarks about the fictional mother, Phyllis says, Michael got a text, leapt up, and ran out of the book club.

Arthur, whose wife has gone blind, so he reads to her daily, feels the mother is getting a bad rap in Crawdads, and usually waits for the others to weigh in. Arthur cannot believe Michael would take the roof fund money.

Ash, a young, timid book reader, listens to the group. He knows he can help flush out the criminal.

But Phyllis Hudson is in charge. She is Craddock the bulldog’s momma. She is fearless.

Phyllis is an outspoken book club member and mystery crime aficionado. She loves Agatha Christie; in fact, she fancies herself as a novice detective. Miss Maple is her hero, and though she will not admit it, she is definitely not a fan of Hercule Poirot.

Pointing to Michael’s actions that evening, she proclaims her intent to recover the funds, locate the culprit, and preserve Nova’s employment and the Community Center.

Phyllis finds Michael rude and insignificant. Craddock agrees and shows it by tooting and asking for more treats.

Phyllis and Craddock set out to scope Michael’s house.

When they arrive, the police are wheeling a body out of the house, which Phyllis presumes is Michael. Michael’s wife, Cynthia, allegedly shoved his mother down the stairs.

At the funeral, Phyllis hides in a closet when Cynthia and another man appear to be canoodling in the bedroom. Cynthia then tosses Phyllis out of the house.

Phyllis pledges to solve this cash grab-and-files, Miss Maple style. Phyllis goes with Nova, Craddock, and Arthur to Michael’s home to pay their respects.

Cynthia, not amused, tells them to leave.

Ash and Arthur discover that the man Cynthia was canoodling with is a PI. They make an appointment under false pretenses and head to his office.

Phyllis and Craddock attend a meditation class at the center to distract themselves while they meet the PI, but after frequent and hilarious flatulence by Caddock, the instructor asks them to leave.

Phyllis begrudgingly leaves the session and sees Cynthia charging into the Community Center to complain about Phyllis and her so-called foul-smelling bulldog, and the others turning up at her mother-in-law’s and stalking her.

Nova seethes at Phyllis when she arrives. She then learns that Craddock is very ill. Phyllis had tied Craddock to the fence so she could intrude and eavesdrop on Nova and Cynthia. According to Phyllis, when she returned to Craddock, the English bulldog was horribly ill and shaking and had to be rushed to the vet. Phyllis thinks someone poisoned him!

Phyllis learned that the police brought Nova in for questioning because someone attacked Nova’s boss, Sandy, at the community center. The police say that someone wearing a red coat similar to Nova’s fled the scene.

Ash reports he has broken into the PI’s files and that the missing Michael is indeed his client and has paid the PI for stalking photos of none other than Phyllis.

One thing is clear: the book group is being warned.

This book has everything: theft, murder, romance, weddings, book clubs, and a beloved adopted dog!

I give it five paws up! Try it and enjoy your fall days.

See you next time at Meet Me At the Bookshelf.

Sassy Kisses

Animals in Shakespeare

Did you know that William Shakespeare (April 1564 – April 23, 1616) was one of the first playwrights to write in English for regular people, rather than in French (the Lingua franca) or Latin? 

Shakespeare wrote lots of animals into his plays. Here are just a few.

  • “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child” King Lear Act 1, Scene 4, 281–289
  • “Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day” Hamlet Act V, Scene I
  • “Cry ‘Havoc’, and let slip the dogs of war” Julius Caesar (1599) Act III Scene I
  • “By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.” Taming of the Shrew, Act IV, Scene 1
  •  “I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.” King Henry the Fourth, Act IV., Scene 2
  • “Thou call’st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs” The Merchant of Venice

If you haven’t read Shakespeare, download the totally free ebook at Project Gutenberg, The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.