Archie AKA Quasar

I just received the adorable card with “Quasar’s” baby picture. I adopted him on Oct. 11, 2023. I had actually fallen in love with Archie, the ginger boy with asthma, whom you featured with his new adoptive family where his human sister also has asthma (wonderful story). Before he was adopted though, I applied to adopt him and all my paperwork said Archie.

When I went up to the Oak Harbor shelter, though, Archie was at the vet that day. And I thought, “Well that’s too bad…but here I am with an empty cat carrier, so I can’t really go home with it empty.”

I sat down in the kitty room and little Quasar was playing with a ball with a bell in it. He was soooo focused on his toy, I wasn’t sure he cared that much about me, but finally he came up into my lap, purring, rubbed on me, and then took off to get the ball again.

So I came home with Quasar, but I had decided I liked the name Archie, so Archie he became.

First order of business was turning a little balcony I had into a fenced-in catio, complete with tunnel to a “satellite” addition. My other cat, Amelia, also loves it.

I’ll forward photos of Archie over the last year. He enjoys being on the catio, walking in his purple “burrito” vest with leash, and stretching out on a great new invention called an electric blanket. He adores Amelia and my dog, Sophie, but first and foremost is still: Play like your nine lives depend on it.

I love him to pieces and love WAIF for rescuing him and his brother from the turnip patch. (Turnip Patch and Quasar and Mr. Baby are also some of his occasional nicknames).

Thank you all!!

Anne H.