Monday, October 11, 2010

Puck

Puck was just a kitten when a friend broke the window of an abandoned inner city apartment and snatched him off a windowsill. He grew up in our group home but never quite learned how to play nicely with people. He's one of those cats who loves you one second and sinks every tooth and claw into your arm the next. After a couple of disastrous adoption shows, we decided he'd be happiest and safest in a barn. Puck was the first cat I'd relocated to a barn, and I wanted to make sure he had everything he needed in his new home. So he arrived with two shopping bags full of "stuff" -- a bed, snugly baby blankets, catnip toys and the dog toy he loved to cuddle. The adopters were a bit surprised that a barn cat would have so many possessions, but Puck wasted no time showing his new family he was ready for full-time work as a Mouse Manager. When his "dad" reached into his crate to pet him, Puck bit his finger. Puck's name is Honcho now, and he's living large on his horse farm. He invites the neighborhood cats over for sleepovers in his barn, rides around on the farm machinery and helps his people garden. He's a great mouser, too, but most important, he's a wonderful friend to the people who adopted him.

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