Can you folks take another one? I have some other, more profound thoughts about which I wish to put up diaries, but this is the one that keeps nagging at the back of my head for now, the one I would love for the Kos community to hear. One Kossack, an excellent online friend of mine, has already heard it, but I wanted to share it with the rest of you.
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My sister and I live in a nice trailer court in New Brighton, Minnesota. She lives at one end, I live at the other. I went over a few weeks ago to see her, you know, have some girl talk, drink a glass of wine or two, watch some tv, etc.
I left to go home, and there was this totally pathetic wasted starving little kitty on the street in front of her trailer, mewed pathetically at me, and I went up to this kitty, and it put its little head in my hand and then fainted.
Well. Ok, a stray that’s obviously been living rough for awhile. I laid down right in the street next to this pathetic little thing, and coaxed it back out of a faint. Then I called and called for my sister. She said later she didn’t hear me calling but came outside because she wondered why in the f I was laying down in the street in front of her trailer.
Well, she took this kitty in (I couldn’t, Lovely Rosebuddear my kitty absolutely HATES other cats – would have killed her probably),
This little kitty ate and ate and ate and ate and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank. And then spent the night cuddled up on my sister’s lap.
The next day we took it to her vet. My sister and her hubby already had a kitty and we wanted to make sure this one had no dangerous diseases or anything. Well……….turns out, you take a kitty in that you say is a stray, immediately you’re in the SYSTEM – Animal Control cop has to come out etc. which they did.
So said kitty ended up being incarcerated and neglected at an animal hospital which I shall not name altho I would like to because they didn’t take very good care of her.
We checked for a chip. Turns out said pootie has a chip but it's not registered. I don't attach any blame to whoever had her before this. She was declawed and neutered and obviously cared for by somebody before. And it's easy, when you get a cat with a chip from the Humane Society to just forget or put that part off. When you think they will never slip out of the house and become a stray.
After this mandatory five day waiting period my sister was allowed to adopt her – poor little thing was just totally skin and bones – but not too weak to CHASE my sister’s kitty Peanut down the hall. hahah. Poor Peanut. She’s not used to rejection at all. My sister and her hubby got her at just six weeks old, and she's never known anything in her life but love and admiration. Till now haha. Despite Peanut's moniker of Peanut the Destroyer (as a kitten she loved to romp through the place and knock things over), she is a marshmallow.
Today, Peanut and new little kitty (now named Amber after gorgeous tortoiseshell fur) have reached a truce and Amber (who, as it turns out, is quite deaf) is entrenched in my sister’s household and totally adorable and has absolutely no desire to go outside ever ever again haha.
She’s a total lap cat. Loudest purr I ever heard. And Peanut has fun with this. She loves to sneak up, bat Amber on her head (which bothers Amber not the slightest) and race off down the hall.
That kitty Amber would have totally died that night if we hadn’t found her. She was so wasted and starving I can't even describe it. She, I am happy to say, looks MUCH healthier these days - has put on weight and has much more energy. Peanut, however, will get FAT real soon if she doesn't quit snarfing up whatever's left in Amber's dish. (Amber has a huge appetite, but can't eat very much at one time. My sister tries to regulate the amount of food, but it's difficult with two cats with such different nutritional needs.)
Best of all, my sister's husband (who has never been an animal person) absolutely adores both kitties. When my sister suggested maybe they should take Amber to a no-kill shelter, when her and Peanut first didn't seem to be getting along, he wouldn't hear of it. (I think it's because he came home from work and saw my sister crying over the alternatives, but he really does love them. One of those big tough guys that's a sucker for the small and weak.)
Pics attached. Peanut the Destroyer is the black and white one, Amber is the orange and black one. Beautiful kitties both.