Toasty lost all of her toes to stringfoot, and one foot was so severely damaged that emergency amputation surgery was the only option left to save her life. The streets had taken everything they were going to take, and she made it through anyway, and she would like to come sit in your hand now if that’s alright.
Her foster family uses the word fearless, and they mean it without qualification. Toasty moves through her world with confidence! She knows what she wants — your hand, a soft cushion, whatever is happening over there that looks interesting — and she goes after it with the straightforward conviction of a bird who has not received the message that she should be more cautious or more tentative or more anything other than exactly herself.
The cushions she does appreciate, genuinely. After however long she was out there navigating rough city sidewalks on feet that were being destroyed by debris she couldn’t remove, soft surfaces are not a luxury — they are a relief that she accepts with palpable gratitude. She settles onto them with the quiet satisfaction of a bird who knows the difference between before and after. And then she sees your hand and she flies over to sit in it, because there are things to do and people to visit and the cushion will be there when she gets back.
Toasty survived something that should have been unsurvivable, came out the other side still entirely herself, and is now looking for a home where the cushions are soft and the hands are available!
