Yes, poor baby. He was adorable, and seemed very happy during his short life. My first cat was given to me as a kitten by a friend--supposedly vetted by the Human society in NJ. Within hours it was obvious Eve, was sick...within hours she was convulsing and I ran downstairs with her in my arms asking someone in the store in my building to drive us to the animal Medical center. I didn't have any cash for a cab. The upshot was that she had distemper and had to be put down. It was an awful experience. She was so sweet and helpless.
My mom had an indoor cat that she adored. They used to watch Animal Planet together, and he'd "talk" to her. Just once, he got out. He got in a fight with another cat, who bit him-and he caught Feline Leukemia or one of those. My mom's never missed a cat so much.
Our 2 were a rescue (Alias) and a stray,(Finder) but thank goodness, the worst thing Finder had was fleas. Alias was actually an "indirect rescue"- my parents rescued Mom Cat and learned she was pregnant. (A Maine Coon, pregnant, and she weighed only 6+1/2 lbs!) Alias was the runt, and we think malnourished, because she's kinda in the head too. ;)
That's terrible. My cats for years got rabies shots and anti leuk shots but since I live on the 3rd floor my vet doesn't think it's necessary. I never open the window wide enough so that they could get out.
She was one of about 70 Maine Coons found running wild in this one house. The owner, an older woman, was found dead (probably for a while) and the cats were matted and starving. My parents and sister and brother in law were among the flood of volunteers who helped get the cats clean, groomed, fed and put up for adoption. I think most of them got adopted quickly.
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Poor Jerry Lee.
What a great place, though.
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My first cat was given to me as a kitten by a friend--supposedly vetted by the Human society in NJ. Within hours it was obvious Eve, was sick...within hours she was convulsing and I ran downstairs with her in my arms asking someone in the store in my building to drive us to the animal Medical center. I didn't have any cash for a cab. The upshot was that she had distemper and had to be put down. It was an awful experience. She was so sweet and helpless.
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My mom had an indoor cat that she adored. They used to watch Animal Planet together, and he'd "talk" to her. Just once, he got out. He got in a fight with another cat, who bit him-and he caught Feline Leukemia or one of those. My mom's never missed a cat so much.
Our 2 were a rescue (Alias) and a stray,(Finder) but thank goodness, the worst thing Finder had was fleas. Alias was actually an "indirect rescue"- my parents rescued Mom Cat and learned she was pregnant. (A Maine Coon, pregnant, and she weighed only 6+1/2 lbs!) Alias was the runt, and we think malnourished, because she's kinda in the head too. ;)
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That's a tiny Maine Coon!
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