Farrington Smith Gallery

It seems as if Adam is finding kittens here, there, and everywhere these days.

About 3 months ago, he was exploring an abandoned, flooded house. Not the typical kind that’s got broken windows, peeling paint, and a messed up roof that you see all over the place here in New Orleans, but one of those special ones that just looks like a mound covered in vines. I think these occur mainly in rural areas of the South, but this city has more than a few.

So he heard a mewing coming from inside the wall, one thing led to another, and he ended up carrying this black fuzz ball of a kitten home to me in the breast pocket of his shirt. I bottle fed the kitten for a few weeks, and now he’s a bona fide member of our family along with my other three cats.

His name is Wally- get it? He’s the black one on the right.

The one on the left is another find of Adam’s.

A couple weeks ago, on the last Saturday we had the gallery open on Royal Street, Adam found a mixed breed Siamese kitten on the sidewalk of the French Quarter. We were definitely at our limit cat-wise, but with the SPCA and other rescue organizations so depleted of resources around here, I decided to take responsibility for finding this no-name kitten a home.

I asked around to all our friends and sent out a mass email to all our local contacts, but no one wanted to adopt. Luckily, once the ad I placed in The Times-Picayune was published, I was inundated with calls. And luckily again, the first woman to come look at the kitten was a true cat lover. She and her family lost their house and all their belongings in the hurricane, as well as her 16-year-old cat, which was boarded in a facility that flooded.

So little no-name kitty went with her, and we got to make a small contribution to this family’s rebuilding. It feels good.

-Amy