Finding adoptive families for Coco and Toto has been difficult. Too many cats in this town already. I have tried asking around, and I have tried posting on Facebook. There are specialized groups for this kind of thing. When a few people responded to my posts, I felt excited.
So I told them that I wanted to make sure they would deworm, vaccinate, and sterilize the cats, and that they would give them an indoor place to sleep. I added that I would like to meet them before, just to get to know them a little.
The results were a bit odd.
- One guy came over, had some tea and played with Coco, and then after a few days wrote me a message saying that sometimes animals got abandoned, and that I couldn’t expect people to give them the same care as I did.
- One foreign mom was angry when I told her that I wanted to meet up, telling me that Coco and Toto were “just cats”, and that she had raised four kids. Apparently my request was very offensive.
- One time a random person tried to help out. They posted something in some place on the internet, which led to me being bombarded with messages from strangers asking for my “valuable Persian cats”.
- One time I took a car to a place thirty minutes outside of the city, where I was met with food and tea by a friendly family. I appreciated their honesty when they told me they weren’t ready to adopt a cat.
Okay, okay, I thought. So I guess Coco and Toto will be staying with me then. I’m not sure how exactly this is going to work, but I’ll try to find a way. Maybe I’ll have them stay with friends while I continue my walk home, whenever that may be.
About Gogita Gogidze: I have had her dewormed, vaccinated, and sterilized, and she has decided to go back to her roaming ways. With Gogo things are simple: she belongs to the yard, and the yard belongs to her. Twice a day she comes over to have food and play with her kids, and then she leaves again.
And so I’m here, in the city of Tbilisi, waiting for everything to stabilize and for the borders to be reliably open. I visit Bobo sometimes. He is living the good life, and he is happy and huge. I have picked up my sketching classes again. And I enjoy the hell out of playing Catan, except for when I lose, which sucks big time and is totally everyone else’s fault.
Oh, and there is one more thing: I have bought a plastic document folder that vaguely resembles a suitcase. I have filled it with pens and with paper. It’s all in my head. Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV.