August 15, 2003

Velvet

In our apartment, in the bathroom, in a brown paper bag, way in the back, is a cat named Velvet. She is covered in black fur, green-eyed, an industrial-strength purr machine, and scared out of her mind. If you reach into her hide-out she won’t scratch but she will go completely limp. Once you get her on to your lap all the fear vanishes and the purring and frantic stretching take over. She likes hiding in her bag, timidly taking tiny steps into the hallway, and curling up in the bathroom sink.

We’re fostering Velvet which means she’s on loan from Berkeley Animal Services while the summer kitten frenzy is underway. Fostering cats during said frenzy helps keep the cages from getting overpopulated which in turn means less cats have to be put down. Tabitha’s been volunteering at the shelter so she’s got the inside track on the most friendly fuzzballs for fostering.

P.S. I’m convinced that this cat is equipped with a cloaking device.