- Joined
- Sep 23, 2005
- Messages
- 364
- Purraise
- 1
It's been a while since I posted, but I had to come here and tell this story, or rather, allow this story to be told.
*clearing of tiny throat*
Good morning. To paraphrase Herman Melville, call me Puss.
Yesterday afternoon I was wandering around in a parking lot, trying in vain to find the people who'd abandoned me. I'm only seven weeks old and weigh just two pounds, and I have brown tabby and white fur. I sure was lonely and hungry! And I itched something awful, too. The white parts of my ears were all red from scratching, and my tummy was growling.
(You all see where this is going, right? LOL)
Then this lady saw me. She cried and said she had three cats at home already, and she told her friend something about taking me to "the animal shelter," which sounded nice. We got into her car and she sat me on the passenger seat and started driving.
Well, I was lonely all the way over there, so I climbed up onto her shoulder, then crawled down onto her chest. She automatically folded an arm up, and I snuggled there in the crook and fell asleep, itching and all.
We were sitting at a stoplight and the lady said, "I can't do this," and turned a different way.
She took me to see another lady she called "Dr. Mary." I didn't much care for Dr. Mary because she stuck me with a needle and used Q-tips in my ears (twenty! And they came out BLACK!) and put medicine in my ears that made me shiver and shake. Then she put a little glob of something on my back, and I don't know how it works, but I don't itch as much now.
The lady took me to her house and shut me up in a room. I could tell she had other kitties because they yowled at me, and I got so scared that I pooped in the carrier Dr. Mary lent Mommy (yes, I'm already thinking of her as Mommy).
Mommy gave me a whole can of delicious beef cat food, then later she brought me some kitten kibble which I am working on as well, plus plenty of fresh water. She showed me where my potty box is and said I'd have to stay in the room for a few weeks until I'm old enough to test for the FeLV and FIV diseases, but unless she finds me a new place to live, I get to stay here! I'm excited, even though I'm also tired in a way. I've had to scrounge for everything and I'm still a baby, so even though I can see I'm in a safe place with lots of food, I get anxious.
Mommy's other kitties aren't very happy, I don't think. They can't see me and Mommy pushes them away from the door with her foot whenever she sees them hanging out in front of it. But I'm sure we will get along very well. Mommy thinks I will get along well with Marnie, who likes to play, and that maybe with me around, Marnie won't bedevil Thisbe so much.
This morning Mommy brought me some turkey cat food and some fresh kibble. She changed my water and scooped my potty box. I jumped up on her shoulder and purred really loud so she could see how happy I am. My fur already looks better now that the fleas are jumping ship, and even though I still have red ears, they're not as bad. I'm going to have a glossy coat just like Thisbe, Marnie, and Cushie soon.
She named me Vibiana.
xxoo
* * * * * * *
NOTE FROM MOMMY: I have an appointment for September 28 to have her tested for the FIV/FeLV. If she tests positive for them, as hard as it will be, I will have her put down.
If she tests negative, which I hope and pray she does, I will have her spayed, chipped, and get her second set of shots, and she will come home to my menagerie.
This couldn't have happened at a less convenient time. I'm closing on my first home a week from today and will be in the throes of moving for the next few weeks, but I just couldn't let that poor baby go.
I am probably going to end up one of those crazy old spinster ladies with a million cats. Only 999,996 to go ...
*clearing of tiny throat*
Good morning. To paraphrase Herman Melville, call me Puss.
Yesterday afternoon I was wandering around in a parking lot, trying in vain to find the people who'd abandoned me. I'm only seven weeks old and weigh just two pounds, and I have brown tabby and white fur. I sure was lonely and hungry! And I itched something awful, too. The white parts of my ears were all red from scratching, and my tummy was growling.
(You all see where this is going, right? LOL)
Then this lady saw me. She cried and said she had three cats at home already, and she told her friend something about taking me to "the animal shelter," which sounded nice. We got into her car and she sat me on the passenger seat and started driving.
Well, I was lonely all the way over there, so I climbed up onto her shoulder, then crawled down onto her chest. She automatically folded an arm up, and I snuggled there in the crook and fell asleep, itching and all.
We were sitting at a stoplight and the lady said, "I can't do this," and turned a different way.
She took me to see another lady she called "Dr. Mary." I didn't much care for Dr. Mary because she stuck me with a needle and used Q-tips in my ears (twenty! And they came out BLACK!) and put medicine in my ears that made me shiver and shake. Then she put a little glob of something on my back, and I don't know how it works, but I don't itch as much now.
The lady took me to her house and shut me up in a room. I could tell she had other kitties because they yowled at me, and I got so scared that I pooped in the carrier Dr. Mary lent Mommy (yes, I'm already thinking of her as Mommy).
Mommy gave me a whole can of delicious beef cat food, then later she brought me some kitten kibble which I am working on as well, plus plenty of fresh water. She showed me where my potty box is and said I'd have to stay in the room for a few weeks until I'm old enough to test for the FeLV and FIV diseases, but unless she finds me a new place to live, I get to stay here! I'm excited, even though I'm also tired in a way. I've had to scrounge for everything and I'm still a baby, so even though I can see I'm in a safe place with lots of food, I get anxious.
Mommy's other kitties aren't very happy, I don't think. They can't see me and Mommy pushes them away from the door with her foot whenever she sees them hanging out in front of it. But I'm sure we will get along very well. Mommy thinks I will get along well with Marnie, who likes to play, and that maybe with me around, Marnie won't bedevil Thisbe so much.
This morning Mommy brought me some turkey cat food and some fresh kibble. She changed my water and scooped my potty box. I jumped up on her shoulder and purred really loud so she could see how happy I am. My fur already looks better now that the fleas are jumping ship, and even though I still have red ears, they're not as bad. I'm going to have a glossy coat just like Thisbe, Marnie, and Cushie soon.
She named me Vibiana.
xxoo
* * * * * * *
NOTE FROM MOMMY: I have an appointment for September 28 to have her tested for the FIV/FeLV. If she tests positive for them, as hard as it will be, I will have her put down.
If she tests negative, which I hope and pray she does, I will have her spayed, chipped, and get her second set of shots, and she will come home to my menagerie.
This couldn't have happened at a less convenient time. I'm closing on my first home a week from today and will be in the throes of moving for the next few weeks, but I just couldn't let that poor baby go.
I am probably going to end up one of those crazy old spinster ladies with a million cats. Only 999,996 to go ...
