This is Jamie.  She likes hockey people.

Jamie is a rescue kitten.  That does not mean that she rescues people from mountains or burning buildings, it means that her mother passed away when Jamie was born.  Jamie needs a home.

A little background.  I work as a stagehand on tour.  I am currently on tour with a broadway musical, and in Charlotte, North Carolina.  One of our local crew people volunteers for a local animal shelter, and brings in kittens to take care of during the shows.  New born kittens, like Jamie who came to us at the ripe age of two weeks, need consistent attention, because they don’t know how to do anything.  When I mean anything, they don’t even know how to go to the bathroom (not just litter training, but how the whole concept works).  The kittens are good for the crew as well.  There is nothing like a kitten first learning how to bat a piece of string around to take your mind away from the troubles of the day.

Unfortunately, the kittens may be going away.  The building (or someone) has decided that, after three years of there not being any problem with rescued kittens being around, there is now an issue.  Soon, the kittens will be going away.  I spend most of my off time at work with Jamie, and have watched just how much a kitten can grow in four weeks.  She is playful, fun, and full of personality.  If there were a way to adopt her, you bet I would.  But being on tour, spending days at a time at work setting up the show, moving every month or so, none of it is fair to a newborn kitten.  It’s one thing when you can just call your home a home, but when home changes so often, and with most housing options are limited when it comes to having pets, it’s something I just can’t do.

I wish I could tell you how upset I am by all of this.  It’s one thing to puff your chest out and act like a Big Time Roadie, to be the big strong stagehand, but when it comes to something like this, it hits me a little.  Actually, it hits me a lot.  Back in the day, theaters had cats around as a deterrent to rodents.  You can imagine how much rats and mice love old theaters, and if you have ever seen an old film with the rats scampering around backstage, I can tell you, it isn’t an exaggeration.   Theater cats were a part of the crew, and usually a well respected one at that.  We are losing ours.

As much of a longshot as this may be, if there is anyone in the Charlotte area in need of a cat, I have the perfect one here.  She loves hockey jerseys, is a lot of fun, and cute as hell.  If you feel you fit the description, and need a friend to watch some hockey with, send me a note using the contact form above.  I can hook you up with the powers that be, and you can do what you need to do.  And you can make a really cool kitten – and me – very happy.

What a face, huh?