It's been a busy casting week for me. Lots & lots of models to see- always looking for good hair and all types. Here are a few tried & true girls with gorgeous hair & great personalities to boot:
Though my latest obsession is this one redhead that I cannot stop thinking about:
This bewildered little face belongs to an orange tabby that I saw four days ago & haven't stopped thinking about him since. Fcat & I were going to Grandma's house in Queens for dinner. We were about a block away from Grandma's when I spotted an orange cat curled up & sleeping on the stoop of what looked like an abandoned house. I'm not sure if I can convey to you how sad the scene was. A cat sleeping sweetly in front of a house should have been a nice image but it was terribly sad because the cat's fur was all straggly-looking and the house seemed decrepit & abandoned. So what should have been a sweet image was instead a horrible mockery of what might have been, that's what made it so poignant and so heart-wrenching. My first thought was that the owners of the house moved sometime ago & left their cat behind. When I approached the cat it barely opened it's eyes.
Immediately, I rushed off to the supermarket three blocks away and instructed Fcat to go to one of the restaurants on the corner to ask for a cup of water. I was certain that orange kitty had not eaten or drank anything for days. My heart was racing and I couldn't buy that food fast enough. When I returned, Fcat informed me that kitty had gotten skittish when he approached the cat with the water. It was still on the front patio of the house but in a far corner. I opened the food & moved the water closer to the kitty. Kitty got scared & dove under the bushes in front of the patio. We were late for dinner so we left kitty to his own devices.
I could not stop thinking about that poor little cat all through dinner. Conversation was like white noise, I didn't hear a word that was spoken because my head was filled with kitty concern. When we finally left Grandma's house about three hours later, we walked quickly down the block to see if the kitty was still there. That's when I realized that the house was not abandoned because there was the strange glow of television behind the white-out windows. Could this sad kitty actually belong to the owners of this sad-looking house? Made sense perhaps. And kitty was still there, except the food had been polished off & water was had. I opened another can of food & had snuck out a larger container of water from Grandma's.
Well, trying to make this long story shorter but I can't seem to- we saw a woman two doors down and I went to ask her about the orange cat. He didn't belong to anyone but there were some women on the block that fed all the strays under the bush by the house- which was not abandoned, but she did agree that she didn't understand why her neighbors didn't fix their house. When that's all she had to tell me, that orange kitty did not have a home.
Once I returned home, I emailed the rescue group that I used to volunteer with and asked them for help in trapping & fostering the kitty. The next morning no response and I getting antsy. I went online and found another rescue group based in Queens closer to my Grandma's neighborhood and I sent them an email asking them to help. I simply asked these groups if they could help trap & foster the kitty and I would pay all it's vet & food costs. Saturday evening came & my old rescue group said that they were overrun & couldn't help. So I told them that I would trap it myself & find it a home. They did give me a good tip on how to deal with people whose property the cat was hanging out on.
Sunday morning, I awoke thinking about how hungry orange kitty was and made a plan to go see him in the late afternoon. Meanwhile, I never go out to Queens to visit my grandmother- i usually have her come out to visit me in Manhattan, but for kitty- I trekked out.
Kitty was in the same area- sleeping by the bushes on the patio. I opened some wet food & left some water. At that point, people were coming out of the decrepit house & I raced over to talk to them. The wife was in a rush and directed me to her husband, who stood on the stoop- towering over me & looking defensive. We discussed orange kitty which he said was not his cat but that he fed it & some of the women down the block feed it & a bunch of other cats. I asked if I could trap orange kitty & find it a proper home. He started hemming & hawing. He repeated again that he feeds the cat (this was the phenomena that I got a tip on- apparently, people feel ownership over cats even if they are just throwing them scraps). I said that I brought more food & water. He gestured that he had water for it over there and I pointed out to him that the water in the styrofoam cup was what I had brought over on Friday. Well then I played the card that I was told to play- that the cat needed vet care and would he be willing to take it to the vet because if he wasn't then, I simply wanted to trap the cat so I could take it to the vet. It was like magic. Suddenly, he told me that I could do whatever I wanted. And that was that.
I returned home that evening to figure out how I was going to trap a kitty in Queens. Had already researched a vet's clinic two blocks away from where kitty was. Fcat had promised that he would help me trap kitty even though we have never done anything like this before.
Monday morning, I received a phone call from the other rescue group Save Kitty Foundation. They had checked out the house and saw a grey kitty- which they almost put into their carrier until a woman opened her door & the cat went running inside. No orange kitty spotted but I'm sure that's because it was sleeping by the bushes. We are still playing phone tag, but I'm just so thankful that they tried to help. I'm sure with their help- orange kitty will be in a home in no time. I have already enlisted my best-friend, JK to be foster mom.
Anyway, sorry to tell you the longest story ever without a proper ending, but I believe that I am making progress. I have named orange kitty, Jack as in Jack O'Lantern because he's orange & his eyes glow (most orange tabbies are male, but Jack could be a Jackie). I hope to get him before Halloween which can be a dangerous holiday for outdoor cats, especially black ones because crazy miscreants do all sorts of horrible things.
I believe that Jack has had a rough time and he deserves a loving home. He looks like he's never played before in his life. It seems as though he wants contact but is afraid. I am determined to find him a warm & safe home. I am so swamped with work, but there are things that speak to you that you just cannot deny- obsession thy name is Jack.