Size
(when grown) -
Details
Good with cats,
Spayed or Neutered,
Story
THIS RED BOX NEEDS A HOME
by Bubbies
This red box is up for adoption. It is my best friend. My name is Bubbies and I am former outdoor cat. A 100% outdoor don’t-come-near-me kinda cat. One day I got hungry and walked into a metal cage and I thought, oh no—THIS IS THE BIG ONE. The last day of Life #7. It turned out it wasn’t the last day at all.
It was the first day of my new beginning with my best friend, the red box.
The red box didn’t exist then. There was just a metal kennel and food and warmth. And ladies that would walk by who petted my head. It was scary and yet… not entirely terrible.
One day, one of these ladies wrapped me in a blanket and put me into a carrier. When she finally opened the door, I was in a new room with new smells. BIG space. It felt too big. For two days, I hid under the dresser and didn’t even come out to eat. The lady brought food right to me under the dresser.
Then, the red box appeared. High up on a shelf. Blanket inside. Juuuust big enough. Just small enough. Safety. It turns out, it was just looking for someone to sit in it and keep it company. It needed me.
The red box is good at its job, too. It makes the world feel smaller and quieter. Sometimes, eepy kittens crawl into it at night (with me) when they miss their mommy. The box doesn’t mind. The box is gentle and sweet like that, even when scared. It never bites or hisses or growls or swats.
I am the red box's emotional support kitty now. And it is my very best friend. I promised I would try to find it a quiet home. No kids. No chaos. After all, it startles easily. It prefers soft voices and predictable footsteps. Other cats are okay, especially the calm, snuggly kind.
When the box first moved into the foster room, it was so overwhelmed it started pulling its own threads out. Grooming and grooming and grooming because repetition feels safe when everything else is scary. The lady says endorphins are involved. The box says it just needed something it could control. It feels better now and doesn’t do that anymore. But transitions are hard.
I reassured it that I would be here every step of the way.
The lady says the box can come with its blanket too, wherever it goes. And of course, I will come with it because it needs me. She says one day, the box might be brave enough to even sit on a couch, or a lap. The box finds that idea both magical and mildly alarming.
The box needs a person who understands that sometimes bravery starts at night when everything else is sleeping. That patience isn’t optional. If you are the kind of human who can love something gentle and terrified at the same time, the red box is ready to white knuckle this new chapter. I will do my best to offer it the support it needs, and will sit in it as often as it needs me to.
If you would like to adopt the red box (and its contents), please email our adoption team at adoptions@savedbyzade.com. Please put in the subject line: "Bubbies' Red Box."
Email adoptions@savedbyzade.com
