About two years ago, a friend of mine told me that he had a cat in need of a home. Kenny (proprietor of Kenny Hill Autowerks in here Austin) has long cared for the feral colony that makes its home in a pile of scrap auto parts out behind his shop, so I figured he'd tamed another feral. But this cat came from a hoarder situation in Dallas where the woman with 50 cats in a small townhouse had passed away in the bathroom with the water running in a sink. When the landlord came to investigate his flooded property, he called animal control -- and Kenny, who was one of the woman's inlaws. The first cat captured was the one who was least afraid of all the water in the place: A Turkish Van who was merrily swimming through the living room. I took him in and called him "Buster" after Buster Crabbe, the Olympic swimmer.
A pet detective friend of mine who knew I liked Norwegians spotted one at East Lake Pet Orphanage, also three hours north of me in Dallas. Ringo had been abandoned in an empty apartment when somebody lost his lease. I promised myself I wouldn't drive to Dallas to look at him, since two large male cats in the same house could spell real trouble. But I looked and fell in love -- and brought Ringo home to Austin, fearing the fur might fly or I might have to rehome him myself if things got really bad.
Little did I know that the two guys would become best friends in the whole world.
It's wonderful to rescue a cat and find a new friend. But it's been really amazing to see two cats find their own BFF's along the way.