Little Miss GypZ Jingles! Rescued from the Nashville Cat Rescue. An awesome organization with giant, wonderful hearts. Please visit their website and see all the wonderful pets they have available for adoption.
I didn't know if I'd ever get a pet again after losing my most beautiful 20+ year old kitten, Annie. But, thanks to my Annie being my spirit guide angel, I found GypZ Jingles.
I was on the website just looking at kitties. Missed having a kitty but certainly didn't know if I'd ever get one again. Then I saw this fellow named Hilton and he was this giant tabby. Too cute Tabby. So I contacted the rescue folks and they told me to go over to Pet Smart and that I could visit with Hilton there. See, the kind foster kitty mommy's keep the kitties and then put them up for adoption for a certain amount of weeks and then if they're not taken, they take the babies back home until they can find a suitable home.
Well, I saw Hilton and he was just a giant furry boy kitty. Wonderful and friendly. But then there was this little quiet girl kitty next to his cage. And she, for some reason, just melted my heart. She wasn't vocal, trying to get attention. Wasn't being super cute, "look at me!" She was just sitting and watching, and then laying down. Quiet. To herself. "Jingles" it read on the card.
I felt very drawn to this kitty for some unknown reason. There was
something about her and I couldn't figure out what it was. So I spent time
visiting with all the kitties. Oh, there were many, and so beautiful.
Some that were like little TV commercials with their bright baby blue eyes, long
fur... you know. They were all very sweet, but with way different
personalities and they all wanted a good home and a permanent one, most
especially. Most made it known they wanted out of there.
Not GypZ Jingles. She was just, well, probably in a cage for a long time. And just tired of the show to try and get adopted. It was as if she lived on fate and didn't need to try too hard. But the sweet angel was maybe too quiet. How could she make herself, KNOWN like the other ones. There were a few quiet, shy kitties, but they were these gorgeous, long-haired, amazing kitties that could get adopted on looks alone.
But not my little GypZ. She was just quiet and too herself. Was growing her hair back in places, had a bad case of fleas at one time. She has that strong gypsy spirit. A trooper through the journey of life.
And she was spayed twice. Once, yes, uterus gone. The second time was, oh, we didn't know she was already spayed. She was declawed by some owner out there who obviously doesn't understand that little claws are like FINGERS. And her little FINGERS were removed...unbeknownst to me until I couldn't understand why her claws weren't getting stuck in my knobby fabric '60s yard sale couch. I grabbed the little paws. No claws. I hugged the little kitty to my heart and told her how sorry I was that that had happened to her.
GypZ was initially rescued from a Bowling Green Humane Society. Thank God for Nashville Cat Rescue. Then apparently (according to a Pet Smart person) was adopted, then brought back, also suffered from a bad case of fleas during her shelter stay, and then Nashville Cat Rescue got her, so she got a foster mommy....then was back in the cage for potential adoption showing, then got an upper respitory infection from being in the tiny room at Pet Smart with all the other little kitties. All of them looking so incredibly adoptable, little faces staring out of their individual little cages. And, without knowing any of these dramatic things about this tiny, sweet animal, this little girl cat I bonded.
My new, little furry precious living being had just been through a hell of a journey for only a year and a few months old. Oh, but that cat rescue organization is to be praised for their incredible and loving rescue tactics. And through them, I found my new little fuzzy daughter.
GypZ Jingles is quite independent, not a lap cat. But friendly and loving. I studied this kitty while I contemplated adoption. Was I ready? Wasn't sure. Anyway, while visiting her at Pet Smart, I decided to buy a brush and some treats and spend time with all the orphan feline children. I even bought fur conditioning spray. Then I started brushing Jingles -- that was her name before I got her -- and she and I were like ONE. I gave her some treats. Then I came back the next day. I sat with her and went into another room with her. I watched her, and bonded. Then I cried when it was time to put her back in the cage. I felt she was already mine. That was Sunday.
Then Wednesday rolled around and I just couldn't stop thinking about this kitty. I rode my Harley over there to visit her again. Brush her, love her.
I knew she was mine. But was I just in a position of desperate love, because I had my heart broken twice in a row and right away by two fellows that promised lasting love, only to realize it was all talk. Was this kitty just going to be a pacifier for me to heal from the heartache.
No.
Little GypZ Jingles was to be my sweet baby fur friend. After I put her back in that cage and went home, all I did the next few days until Saturday morning was think about her. Wondering if she was alright. Was the poor little feline afraid in her cage, but too proud to show it? Was she waiting for me to come back to get her?
I needed my new baby kitty. This year old torty. She is mine, I thought and knew this in my heart. Saturday morning I rolled out, hit a few yard sales on the way to Pet Smart. My stomach was anxious. Would she be there! My little feline love??
I walked over to the kennel area and there were two volunteers cleaning the cages. Oh, they are so wonderful with these babies, they take could care of cleaning and maintaining these kitties.
I spotted my baby GypZ Jingles and tapped on the glass to the kennel room she turned and looked. She knew her mommy was here to bring her home.
I grabbed my baby kitty and loved her up! She was so happy. I
brushed her and told her that she was my new furry daughter and she will forever
be loved and adored and treasured by me. I went shopping, got stuff the
baby kitty needed, filled out all the paperwork, made the $100 donation and then headed home in Vantastic.
That $100 was just about the last money I had in the bank. I didn't even
know if I had that much in the bank to cover the fee. But I did.
It's the best $100 I've ever donated!
This kitty is beyond awesome. Just divine in every way! So sweet, docile, and adores me. Gives me baby kissies and purrs as loud as she can. She shakes the room with that little purr. I'm super blessed to have my Annie angel bring me this little rescue kitty.
She sleeps so peacefully. She's so happy. She's so in love with me, as I am with her. My GypZ Jingles and I make a perfect match. She's completely infatuated with my house. She's got three levels to roam. And it's all hers. Every inch of it except the garage. That's Tigerlily and Lollipop's digs.
I started leash training her, and she loves her kitty stroller. The one that used to be Annie's. I have to say that we are quite a sight here in Nashville. In NYC, oh gosh, you could walk a cat on a leash, walk a parrot, whatever...and folks would comment for a brief second. But here in Nashville, I'm neighborhood dish. Ha ha ha.
Stay tuned for more GypZ Jingles tales. Lots more to come...
