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Dickie: A One-year Foster

tabby cat in cat bed
Tabby in the kitten bed.

Here and there you’ll see a reference to a big tabby cat named “Dickie” in photos or stories from previous years. I fostered him temporarily from October 2009 to October 2010, he becoming cat number ten for a couple of months and cat number nine for the rest of the year he was with us.

I had just lost Namir on July 1 that year and we were getting accustomed to a household without that huge purrsonality, leaving us with, in order of age, Peaches, Cookie, Kelly, Mimi, and the four kids. I never look for kitties or wish for certain coat colors or patterns, but I remember thinking how cool it would be to be able to love on a big tabby cat. And then one was presented to me!

I fostered Dickie for my younger niece (not the one in Savannah), and I wanted to keep it private for a while so I didn’t post about him at all until months after he’d arrived. She’d had two rescued tabby cats named Dick and Jane, but Jane had some behavioral issues and ended up being adopted to be an only cat, which suited her just fine. I just could not bring myself to call this fun and sweet cat “Dick” because it’s often used as such an insult, but I wanted to keep his name as close to that as possible, so I compromised with “Dickie”.

Here is what I wrote about Dickie just before he left, and it pretty much tells his story, written in October 2010.

Dickie, That Big Tabby Cat

tabby cat sleeping in a twist
The Persistence of Dickie

Who would think in a household of this number you’d miss all the habits and antics of only one? But kitties are just as individual as peoples, each with their own ways. And such is the consequence of fostering where the kitty in question may move on to a forever home or back to its original.

My niece decided to leave her husband early last fall, and initially found an apartment where she could keep Dickie. But in October she decided that to really get on her feet financially she needed to move back in with her mother, my sister, and there wouldn’t be room in my sister’s tiny house for him too. Plus, the landlady at her apartment didn’t want to show the apartment with a cat in it, so Dickie had to go somewhere in a hurry.

Just about a year ago she brought him over in tears because she couldn’t imagine life without him, and she’d given up so much already she couldn’t believe she had to give up her cat. But she knew I’d take care of him, and in the end it would be best for both of them.

Dickie’s transition from being king of his little household, as a really big only tabby cat tends to be, to being low in seniority as the ninth cat, were a little rocky at first. It was a good thing for my household that he doesn’t have a violent hair on his body, preferring to cower or run when challenged, and that none of the cats in my household, especially the four young fools, had any serious desire to prove their supremacy to him or anyone else.

Dickie's first night.
Dickie’s first night.

In years of fostering I’ve had some destructive fights and messy misbehavior and a few cats who never transitioned into the group, and I was enjoying for the first time in many years an active household who all got along. Of course, it helps that five of them are related and grew up together, but I’ve seen feline families turn pretty dysfunctional when kittens grew to adults. And this was the Fantastic Four’s first/second experience with a new kitty entering the milieu at age two. I really didn’t know how they’d take it, though I hoped they’d learn from the old pros, Cookie and Peaches. Kelly was, and continued to be, timid around the Four because they all “arrived” at the same time though I carefully gave them a slow transition into the population.

Because I knew Dickie was up to date on shots and hadn’t been outdoors, he wouldn’t need the mandatory four weeks in solitary. I’d be able to start transitioning him into the family as soon as everyone’s hackles relaxed.

“Solitary” is the spare bedroom, which is my studio, as opposed to the foster room where neonate Fromage was learning to be a cat, so I had two upstairs rooms closed off to the household. I knew Dickie’s veterinary status but Fromage was a neonate kitten rescue who I was bottle feeding and she was technically too young for tests to be accurate, so I had no chance of mixing fosters or the regular household.

The two rooms have always been convenient for fostering cats in one respect, that I spend time in the room with them just being there in addition to interacting with them; the studio has been positive for any ferals as they have grown comfortable with me much more quickly as I worked, focused in my creative efforts and thereby less intimidating to them. It’s a little more difficult for me in that the room is very small and packed with stuff, and then there was a litter box and food bowls to step over and a cat who sometimes desperately wanted my attention the entire time I was in there, precluding the ability to get any real work done. It was always my goal to transition the cat as quickly as possible.

After all these years that room must smell like a million cats, and Dickie cowered in the bottom of a book case that first night. He came out to talk to me, but was looking over his shoulders as he did so.

After a week of greeting each other through the door he seemed very relaxed and I opened the door, inviting, I knew, a rushing in of black cats. While they can be a bunch of arrogant jerks when they get together, showing off for each other and proving their strength and ability, they are friendly and I doubted they’d actually fight. Chase, however, is a game: “Wow, look, there’s a new cat to play with!” But Dickie didn’t see it that way, it was just too much. I was regularly rescuing him from a corner of the basement so I scheduled outings and even confined the four, but he was constantly looking for them.

The transition was upsetting to Kelly too, so I put her in there with him. This is a tiny house, with few options for feline confinement, though I’ve had them in my bedroom, my studio and the bathroom, constantly going in and out of doors from my 2’ x 4’ landing. I hoped they’d get along in there, and they did. Kelly relaxed, Dickie was very affectionate with her and it might have reminded her of being in the foster room with Namir. Kelly may have reminded Dickie of his sister Jane. It was okay, and they remained close through his stay.

tabby cat bathing tortoiseshell cat
The Bath.

But it is my studio, and I had work to be done in that room and no other.

Jelly Bean saved the day. One morning as I went in to greet Dickie and Kelly, Jelly Bean was right outside the door. When I opened it he strolled in with his tail straight up in the air, eyes squinting and blinking and purring vigorously. Dickie was wary at first then understood Jelly Bean’s demeanor , squinted his own eyes and purred just as vigorously and they rubbed noses then began to bathe each other. Transition was pretty quick for Dickie after that, and Kelly was much relieved at the reduction in household stress. Jelly Bean had also been the one to greet Fromage, my little foster kitty, and I can tell he’s going to be a great nanny if I continue to foster (and he really is!).

three black cats and tabby cat
Let’s all stare at the bird!

So Dickie accepted his lack of seniority with grace, though he was bigger than anyone and probably a little older than the Big Four. He never tried to assert his ownership of me, but his big friendly personality and need for human contact kept him in my vicinity all day and it was great fun to watch him play. I’ve never had a cat as big as him and it was interesting to see how agile he was, especially when he launched himself onto my desk and vaulted my flat screen monitor as if he was in a steeplechase competition. He would often sleep on a shelf behind the monitor, occasionally getting up and leaning far over it until I leaned forward to rub noses with him.

cat ears on computer monitor
Cat Ears for Better Reception

And after a while he started giving everyone baths, serious all over baths if they’d let him. This often led to wrestle and chase with the boys and Mewsette, but the Tri-Color Trio would grudgingly accept it for a few minutes, then give him a shove or glide out from underneath him, except Kelly, who loved him. None of this ever stopped him.

Human visitors adored him as he looked so approachable and purred so readily and LOVED any sort of affection.

His most comical habit was his sleeping configurations. I would look up from what I was working on to see him in the middle of the floor on his back with all four legs completely spread. Or with his belly on the floor and twisted to have his shoulders on the floor with his front paws spread wide and his mouth open. After having understood his timidity, it was a joy to see his level of comfort.

tabby cat sleeping
Make it stop being so hot…

My niece wasn’t sure how long he’d be with me, but she was determined to get back out on her own and get her cat back. She told me in August that her moving date would be October 1 and we got his vaccinations updated—he purred through his exam—and just let the time pass.

The day he was due to leave I didn’t do any big dramatics during the day because he’s very sensitive and I didn’t want to upset him. My niece was sure he’d have forgotten her since he didn’t really react when she came to visit, but I knew better. He’s a very loyal, loving cat, and he’d never forget his original mom or his little girls. When the time came to go, I put the carrier in the living room, and even though it was Peaches taking a ride in the carrier most of the past year for her renal failure he knew immediately it was for him. I had to catch him and shove him in and he meowed the entire mile and a half to her apartment, down the hall, up the elevator and into the apartment.

We opened the carrier and out he came with his tail straight up and trying to inspect the whole thing at once. All the furniture was the same stuff she’d had before and of course there was her, and in just a few minutes he had slowed his investigation, hooked the end of his tail and began curling in and out around table legs, rubbing along book cases and—“Oh, listen, he’s purring, oh I missed his purr!” my niece said. He found his food—she had put it out earlier in the day kind of pretending he was already there—and crunched and scattered it on the floor. He rubbed her nose and walked on all the furniture, then looked out the windows though it was fairly dark by then.

She sent me several photos of him already sleeping on the couch, curled with her sleeping daughter. I’m so glad for her sake he was right back in the groove when he heard her voice and smelled her smell. He’s a very special cat, and if she’s only going to be able to have one cat for some time to come I’m glad it’s Dickie.

My house seems a little empty without his big personality and big tabby body. Still, even though I’ve had nine cats for most of the past fifteen years, it’s not easy, and even one extra can make the situation seem overwhelming the extra expense and time stretching me to my limits especially when Peaches requires constant monitoring, though she’s generally well. I miss him, but it’s good to be back to eight, which seems eminently manageable now.

three cats on cabinet
One of these things is not like the others.

Many women find themselves in a situation like my niece as their family transitions to a new home. I’ve fostered cats for several other families in transition from six weeks to eighteen months, and while many people laughed and said I’d end up with the cat or cats I never did. Usually it is women who need to leave with children, and in rebuilding their lives pets, though cherished, are often an unnecessary complication while they find a new place and settle in. Each of the families for whom I fostered visited, gave me money for the cats’ care when they could, and took them back as soon as possible; I didn’t “get stuck” with a single one. Keep this in mind when you hear of a family in transition and know there are pets. You can change the life of the pets and the people with one simple offer.

I still think about Dickie all the time, and how well he settled in as one of the kids with Giuseppe, Mr. Sunshine, Mewsette and Jelly Bean.

Mr. Sunshine, Jelly Bean and Dickie in my cat book library in 2010
Mr. Sunshine, Jelly Bean and Dickie in my cat book library in 2010

He also had that gentle encouragement for somewhat timid kitties as the Four do, and he paid extra attention to Kelly, who adored him. I often found them in close proximity to each other. Had he stayed he would have been a purrfect big brother foster for the feral kittens I later fostered.

Kelly and Dickie relax on a hot summer afternoon.
Kelly and Dickie relax on a hot summer afternoon.

I knew how much Kelly’s sense of security had been invested in Namir’s presence with her, and while individually she loved Mimi’s kittens, all together they were too much for her and that was when she settled in with Cookie and Peaches and Mimi. She had another companion in Dickie for that year of transition.

tortoiseshell cat and tabby cat
What were Kelly and Dickie doing at the time?

Dickie was just as much a part of my day as theirs and slept on my desk and on my bed, often on my pillow.

tabby cat and black cat on desk
Dickie and Sunshine are mesmerizing.

2010 was also the year my mother moved to a nursing home and began to decline more quickly, necessitating more hospital stays and lots of late nights for me as I worked to catch up on everything from work to paperwork to everyday stuff. Dickie was there with all the rest as I worked through the night.

It’s 3:00 a.m., do you know where your human is?

He was so easily affectionate that it was impossible not to love him. And he was a great photo subject.

Dickie the Photography Cat

Dickie went back to his girls on October 3, 2010, and we lost Peaches on October 20. I was then down to seven kitties, and only had temporary adult fosters to hold for the shelter until losing Cookie and Kelly in 2012. It’s part of the natural ebb and flow of a feline household in fostering. I’m so glad I could help my niece so that she didn’t have to give up Dickie. I’m sure someday another big tabby cat will come into my life, but Dickie was really one in a million.

tabby cat with chin on windowsill
A chin shelf.

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3 thoughts on “Dickie: A One-year Foster

  • databbiesotrouttowne

    dickie; ya look like gram paw dude N sleep like mackerull boomer junior butter feeld


  • Whatever is near us, begins to share it’s molecules, and ours with them. We become a part of each other, even if it’s for a short time. You’ll always have Dickie’s presence with you, and he’s got you and the other cats too. That is powerful stuff.

    • There are many former fosters who are trailing me, but none I would have happily kept.


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