Here is my story: (Simba)
I was hiding in a bush in front of someone's house. When he was cutting the bushes. he almost hit me with the saw. When he saw my little eyes peering out, he stopped. I crawled up his arm and sat on his shoulder. He went all around the neighborhood and no one knew where I came from, or claimed me. So he put me in a box and took me inside. He could not find my mom, or sib
lings. First thought was that I was dropped. But, I was very tiny to be away from my mom. So, late that night, he called my now human mom when she got home from working and college all day and insisted on coming over. (She had already told him she was too broken hearted over losing Fluffy of 13 years a couple weeks before and didn't want anymore pets, so he didn't tell her why he wanted to come over.) She finally agreed and when he came in with me in the box, she was not happy with him. But, she knew he could not put me back out. Plus, it was love at first sight. She got special food for me that the vet recommended and started caring for me. She will have to find some baby pictures, you will not believe I was barely the size of her hand. The next day when she came home from work and got a better look at me, I was covered with fleas. She went to the store and got shampoo for me, even though the bottle said not to use it on babies. But she washed me in it and wrapped me in wash cloths, so I could not get any in my mouth, and held me on her shoulder while she watched TV. Even now, I still have her hold me like that because she is truly my mommy. Two months later, she brought home Max and Cissy. I didn't know what to think! These kitties were huge! Cissy kinda stayed to herself, but boy did I have fun picking on Max! Mom thought it was so funny when it sounded like someone was murdering me and she would run into the room and Max was holding me down licking me! He was never rough with me. He would get tired of my shenanigans and "kill me with kindness" as mom puts it. Im 12 years old now, and have been pretty healthy my entire life, until about a year ago. I do have separation anxiety when my mom leaves the house. I tote my green frog toy around and make a noise she hates from the time she brushes her teeth until she leaves. Anxiety got worse when she and dad got married (I do not share my mom well.) For a while I was on a liquid med that made me gain weight and mom and the vet were afraid of me becoming diabetic. So, now I have a treat once a day that is a natural calmer called "Composure." Mom says it helps me keep my composure. I also now take the same thyroid med Max does, except half the dose. The vet says my thyroid issue is due to an underlying problem that is complicated, plus they say I have a heart murmur. But, anxiety makes it worse, so mom keeps things calm as possible around here. So there ya go, the story behind this Momma's Boy, as dad calls me all the time. Max's story: (Max passed away 2/27/15 of congestive heart failure and hyperthyroidism)
I was at PetSmart, but through the local shelter that I now am raising money to help it become no-kill (see my other posts about donations for the calendar votes.) Well, Mommy had come in a few times looking at Cissy (a calico beauty that looked like the furbaby she had lost a couple months earlier (Fluffy, age 14 when a dog attacked her, just much smaller.) She didn't even look my way. I was so scared and shy I stayed at the back of my cage. I didn't see her for about a week. Then, she comes in with her brother, who was looking at dogs. She was told that any kitties not adopted out that week out be euthanized because of overcrowding at the shelter. Cissy and I had been there a long time. They told her how Cissy and I were their favorites and Cissy had nursed her own babies and then they were adopted out and she nursed another set of babies from a kitty that didn't make it through kitty birth. And, they thought I would be great with kittens. (She was told by the vet that Simba needed a buddy because he was getting bored and destructive while she was at work. She had him 2 months by this time.) They also told her I was in the "night drop" so they didn't have my background info, but that I was adopted out and another cat beat me up pretty bad and I was brought back to the shelter. So, the next day she came with 2 carriers and brought Cissy and I home to a nice 3 story townhouse, with lots of stairs to run on and a nice deck for us to sunbathe on. Wow! I hit the lottery! Cha Ching!! Poor little Cissy had a nervous problem and mom was told she needed special attention. Mom was fine with that and Cissy was just fine for many years and loved to be touched/rubbed, and eventually mom got her to play. Cissy got real sick and went into renal failure 4 years ago and crossed Rainbow Bridge. She was about 10 years old. Im now age 16. I have a hyperthyroidism, chronic sinus allergy/infections, arthritis (I limp some), and had 8 teeth removed last year. But, I still play and run through the house. Im doing much better since on medicines and have gained back most fo the weight I lost. I eat yucky food mom gets from the vet to keep me from getting urinary crystals again (had 3 surgeries, last one was 7 years ago.) I think I look great for my age and health. Mom takes great care of me! And she went through surgery and spent 3 months in a wheelchair. She is now using a cane. I snuggled with her night and day, or slept in my bed beside her in the living room. She says Im the best medicine and some of the pictures you will see were taken while I was her snuggle bug. Aslan:
I and my 3 siblings were dumped on the side of a major highway June 17, 2014. The shelter contacted mom to foster us. She fostered us a few weeks. Then we had to return to the shelter. We got very sick. My siblings got better and were adopted out. I was black, and sick. Mom couldn't leave me there. She ended up adopting me. Four vet visits and an emergency room visit, and I finally got better. Now Im a big, healthy and happy kitten. Im so laid back that most say I could be a therapy kitty. Im living the good life now!
