The Day The Magic Came!

I can't think of any compelling and storytelling way to say this, the words are so simple, and sometimes, the simple words are all you need.

Magic came out tonight. He came out and played with me.

Not just poking a nose out, like I thought the first steps might be, but full on all the way out and interacting. He is surely the most beautiful Kitty ever born. I hadn't really got to look at him before, he was so scared when I brought him home, I kept him covered and he has been hiding ever since.

Until tonight.

I was going to show you a letter I got from my Jungle Loves new Friend, which made my heart so happy, and indeed, we may end with that, but first...

I un-tangled the feather sticks, and was having a game with Venus and Mim, which is sort of full on chaos, lots of fun, and I thought I might take the sticks up to the New Bengals, King Lear and Little Queen Mab, and Mab of course came out and was gently batting the feather about.

Lear, an over 20 pound F2, thinks about things a little more. Until he decides what needs to happen. 20 pounds of POUNCE onto the feather, ripped from the stick and destroyed. I laughed so hard, and got something a bit stronger.

No one, I thought, can resist the Feather Stick.

No one.

I took the Sticks down to Magics room. Magic, as most of you know, is my sadly abused F1, who hasn't, from the day I brought him home some months ago, come out of his cave when I am in the room. I was thinking about him, and how to reach him, and very, very sure I would not for anything give up on him, and sat on the floor, and started Feathering.

A head came out. A body came out. He left the cave, went to the cat tree, chased, and pounced. Until every so often he would recall that he was OUT and I was there, and hissing would happen, but I just kept playing and he would forget again.

Magic. Pure and simple. We named him right.

I can reach him. I have reached him.

Tho it makes this post kind of long, I want to share some pictures and a letter I got. The Jungle Loves were badly off when I got them, and it too, took months of work, and longer until I found the right home. But if you want to know why I foster, here it is...



They are doing better than great.. Better than I had even hope for at this time.

Spirit ( the spotted one) sleeps on my lap every time I sit in my chair. She sits on the back of my head rest if my feet are not up, and follows me from room to room to be were every I am.



I have also taught her to "give me five" when she gets her treats. One day I will have to send you a video of that. She is so good! We rub her fur and she purrs, and rolls in every direction like she is in heaven. Especially when you rub her tummy or brush her. She really likes to be pet.



Angel ( the marble one) is VERY active. Gary calls her Fallen Angel when she gets into things.It has taken her longer to settle
down and like being touched and petted. But she has started laying on my lap like Spirit ( I think she get jealous) and slowly she has allowed us to pet her.

They do the funnest things, and are so much fun to have around. They have made us laugh till we cry and entertained us for hours. When Angel wants your attention she goes behind the entertainment center and steps on the power outlet strip for the TV and turns it OFF! Trust me they are smart and know how to get your attention and let you know what “they” want.



Spirit paws my chair when she wants something. If she wants to play she paws at my hand. If she wants a treat she jumps on my lap and looks at the jar sitting next to me. They run around and around the house and chase each other. You never know which way they will be coming from. They have made a "runway" so they know just where they can go.

Thank you! K.J.

Never say never. And go for it.

Love and Magic,
Lorraine