It was nearly a year ago that I brought Ricky home from the shelter with me. When I looked into his eyes, I saw a beautiful soul hiding within that matted and scratched up little body. Ricky would need rehabilitating; an opportunity to socialize, and once again learn to trust people. This would be his foster home.
We worked diligently with him for several months, and it worked. We felt Ricky would do best in a home without children as he is still a bit of a ‘tough guy’ and doesn’t always know the difference between a ‘love bite’ and the real deal. We received a couple of queries about Ricky; one person thought he may be their missing cat – sadly, he was not. The second person requested additional photos. After sending the photos, I didn’t hear back from them again.
After a certain period of time, shelters will work with rescue organizations to try increasing exposure for the cats that have been waiting……….and waiting, for someone to come and take them home.
Ricky had become one of those cats. My husband – allergies and all, decided it was not in Ricky’s best interest to go to another shelter. He would regress; retreat back into the shell it took us so long to coax him out of. My husband decided Ricky would stay with us; this is his home.
Ricky seems quite happy here; at least if his purring is anything to go by. I laugh every time he gallop through the halls as if to announce his presence. He seems to adore Reese (she is indifferent), brushing up against her, trying to rub noses. Ricky and Henry act just like you would expect brothers to act; one day soon I will have the camera ready to capture a wrestling match – the pair of them standing on their back legs, arms wrapped around each other, stepping around the ring.
He has come such a long way………..the long way home.
The full story; http://herandherdogs.com/2013/09/02/rehabilitating-ricky/