Written by Patricia Bentley on Michigan
I had a cat for 21 years who I had gotten as a kitten. One horrible day she had a stroke and was unable to walk, she just crawled. It was the hardest thing I think I ever had to do. I took her to the vet to have her put to sleep. I held her in my arms and watched my beautiful cat go to sleep forever. I said I can’t ever do this again, I’ll never get another cat. Famous last words, right?
My brother said you need a cat since I am a widow and live alone. He called me one day and said I know where you can get a kitten, so away we went.
When we got there, all the kittens were gone. I saw the mother cat walking in the yard and petted her.
The woman said, “Why don’t you take THAT, nobody wants her, I got her for my daughter and she is tired of her.”
We were so disgusted with her, and although I wanted a kitten, I took her. My brother and I were so mad at the woman for saying what she did about this poor cat, I wasn’t about to leave her there.
When I got her home, I thought, “What did I do?” I wasn’t prepared in any way for a cat.
We stopped and got litter and a litter box for her. The woman had given me dry food for her, and come to find out, it was dog food. I had nothing to feed her so I gave her a can of tuna. She ate the whole thing, she was so hungry.
I don’t know how many litter of kittens she had since, of course, they hadn’t had her spayed but they did have her declawed and then thrown outside with no way to defend herself. Of course, she wanted to go outside but she didn’t give me too much trouble about it.
Then she started coughing, so I took her to the vet. When she was x-rayed, they found she had been shot with a pellet gun, which was still in her. Scar tissue had grown around it so the vet said we didn’t have to remove it. She gave her a shot and meds and she finally stopped coughing.
Of course I fell madly in love with this little Calico cat (she has little short legs and short body to match.) It took me two months to get her to purr, but now she is the most loveable little cat. I am so glad I rescued her.
I’m not sure how old she is, because when I asked the woman, she just said, “Oh I’m not sure, two or three. I don’t know.”
I got her in 2005 and she is doing great, a little on the pudgy side but what a sweetheart. I also got her a friend, a male kitten whose name is Ollie. He is five now and they love each other. So much for me never getting another cat.
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