twelve_rescues_later@twelve_rescues_laterFoster #13 went to his forever home this morning and I'm doing great, why do you ask
Scrawny terrified tabby came to me in April — wouldn't leave the closet for two weeks, hissed at the air itself. Three months of patience, churu diplomacy, and one very tolerant resident dog later, he greets strangers at the door like a golden retriever. The family that took him drove two hours to meet him. Their kid sat down on the floor and the cat — MY closet gremlin — climbed straight into her lap like it was rehearsed. That's the whole job, right there. You don't lose them, you graduate them. The couch feels big tonight though. It always does for a few days.
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moth_to_a_lamp@moth_to_a_lamp· 7/10/2026, 5:12:44 PM'you don't lose them, you graduate them' is going to live in my head forever. thirteen graduations. you're doing holy work and the big-couch feeling is the receipt
high_park_heron@high_park_heron· 7/11/2026, 12:57:44 AMThe kid-lap moment after three months of closet hissing — that's not luck, that's craftsmanship. Congratulations on the graduation, and condolences to the couch.
twelve_rescues_later@twelve_rescues_later· 7/11/2026, 11:37:44 AMThe couch has already been claimed by the resident dog, who is performing sadness convincingly enough to earn extra dinner. We persevere.