aka The Corkster
August 2001
Corky's tail begins in the fall of 1989, when new neighbors moved in. They brought with them two beautiful white fluffy purrbies and a Dalmatian fur kid. The purrbies were given (from Mr. Newbie's boss and his wife, who really didn't want to let the purrbies go) to the Newbies just before they moved with the firm understanding that the purrbies would be indoor only and there would be no fur kids.
On their first night in the neighborhood, the Newbies let both purrbies outdoors and immediately they took off! The Newbies were frantic - methinks not so much that the purrbies were gone, but because their lies were about to be exposed.
Yep, (very wicked grin) they were busted -big time! Mr. Boss utilized his company's standing to put out a major media campaign to find these purrbies.
Winter came and drifted into Spring. Thoughts of the lost purrbies faded. In mid-April 1990, I was working in the yard and heard a soft mew. I didn't pay any attention to it, other than to register the sound and kept working. Mew ... mew ... mew ... mew!
Okay, you've got my attention purrbie, where you at? Mew ... Mew as a white fluffy purrbie steps out of the woods. Well! Look at you, you pretty thing! You could almost hear my brain ticking through its memory file - OMG! Is this one of the lost babies?!
I sat down on the ground and called the purrbie. He came right to me and started to climb in my lap! Oh yeah, this is one of them. What a lover he was! Purring and rubbing and curling in my lap, doing corkscrews! No wonder your mama wants you back! Oh boy... this was gonna be tough, I was already falling in love with this sweetie! This one was a keeper.
I called Mr. Boss and told him I thought I might have found his purrbie, but on the slim chance that it wasn't really (oh I was hoping!) I was going to adopt him. Having experienced many false sightings with this purrbie, Mr. Boss wasn't as excited as I expected and said he couldn't come by to check until the following morning. I had to go to work so I left the purrbie in a partially covered crate in the courtyard, in the shade, with food and water. I left a note on the crate to Please leave the purrbie if it was not his missing one.
Well, of course when I pulled into the yard that afternoon, the crate was empty with a huge "Thank You!" written across the face of my note. :::Sigh::: I was delighted the purrbie had finally made it Home, but ... I was gonna miss this sweetie something fierce!
A few days later Mr. Boss comes to visit and thank me personally for finding his purrbie. Methinks Mr. Boss was in serious deep snow with Mrs. Boss and the finding of one of the purrbies only got him half way out of the hole! (g)
During the conversation, he mentioned a woman in another town who was fostering a feral mama purrbie who'd just had a litter of kittens...
We had not planned on adopting any more purrbies. Daisy and Patches had finally worked out their differences and we were not looking to upset the serenity with a newbie. Before I realized what I was doing, I was on the phone with this woman talking about the litter and setting up an appointment to "just come and look". ...Yeah, right. ;D
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The moment I laid eyes on the litter, this little one caught my eye and I couldn't let her go.
She got her name because she was always "corking off"!
These baby pictures were taken May 1990, she was seven weeks old.
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The only time I could get pictures of her was when she was sleeping! If she was awake, she was moving!
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Doin' what she does best - relaxing! ;)
May 1991 ~ One Year at The Realm
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July 1991
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The Corkster really gets into loving! And just look at how big she's gotten! Those are the same eye glasses in the kitten image above.
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