(Dunnellon, FL USA)
Kathie was just getting into her truck when she heard a faint meow. She looked around to see if there was a kitten around and was about to leave when a small face came up over the curb.
She took the little guy home and she and her cousins took care of him. But, her kitty wasn't buying into a new cat (even as cute as he was) in the house.
They started getting ready to find a permanent home for the foundling and were at the vet's office having him checked out when Marilyn and I came in.
Our 12 y.o. Coonie, Nick, had died suddenly and unexpectedly the week before and we were there to pick up his ashes. While talking to the Dr., we indicated we were thinking about adopting another kitty and asked for his thoughts on where best to look.
He mentioned a couple local shelters and then pointed to a lady in the waiting room. He told us the story of how Kathie rescued this little (1 lb.) kitten that had been dumped by the side of the road. But, he wasn't sure if we'd like another Maine Coon.
We went over and talked with Susie, Kathie's cousin, and then I looked in the carrier. Marilyn took one look at me with tears in my eyes and said "you're in love aren't you".
We brought Andy home the next day and in 3 months he's gone from a 1 lb. ball of fluff to a 7 lb beautiful silver tabby Coonie.
If we had gone to the vet's office 10 minutes earlier or later, we would have missed Andy. Some things are meant to be and we have to think Nick had a paw in this.
Nick, our 12 y.o., died of the silent killer, feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It's silent because it hits so fast and Coonies are especially susceptible to it. You don't ever want to see your pet die from this horrible disease. It can be treated if caught early.
We'll know now to get a chest xray and cardio ultrasound when Andy is 2 y.o. Then having periodic follow ups will let us know if anything is developing. It's especially important to have a vet who is familiar with Maine Coons and this disease.
Thanks for the great story :)
tears here too
How Andy Got His M
Dad's Best Friend.
About two years ago... my daughter, who is a runner, showed up at my apt. door, holding this pathetic, thin... so hungry young cat. I guess about 2 months old. Begging me to rescue him. I had just lost my cat of 14 years during surgery, and really was not interested in attaching to another cat. My daughter was running and found the cat on the highway, so dangerous, and my daughter could not walk away.
At the time I was caring for my elderly father, who was elderly and had dementia. My life was very busy. But something about this cat, he was pathetic, moved my heart. So I took him and named him... Lucky. Almost immediately he bonded with my father. Sleeping with him, sort of watching over him. Dad loved Lucky, he would try to play with him, and always pet him. They were friends. When dad became bed ridden, Lucky all but lived in the room at the foot of Dad's bed.
Dad passed away a year later. Lucky would not leave his room until dad was gone from the apartment, and even then, Lucky would go into Dad's room and lay on the floor, waiting for him to return, it seemed.
So when I left Illinois, I took Lucky with me. We are now settled in Michigan. Lucky turned out to be a Maine Coon Cat, with a big M on his forehead. He is beautiful, and we make a life together.
Old age cats
Lucky is Lucky
Who Rescued Who?
Peyton is a rescue cat from the Marin County Humane Society in Novato California.
I was heartbroken after my cat (and best friend) Matisse passed away after 20 years. I had her since she was 8 weeks old, so it was a painful loss. I was not in a hurry to have another cat. You can't just replace your best friend.
After about a year and a half my partner and I stopped in at the humane society...just to look. My partner was unsure of a kitten because they can be so quick and rambunctious and attack your feet under the bed, etc. etc.
Posey, (Peyton's name at the time) was so sweet in her cage and would gently reach out and grab my partners hand. That's all it took, she was hooked. Two hours later we had an adorable addition to our home.
Peyton is amazing! She sleeps in the craziest positions, flat on her back, all four paws spread eagle. She must have been abandoned very young as she suckled our necks for the first few weeks.
Now when she gets scared or misses us, she jumps on our laps and paws at our arm to roll up our sleeve so she can suckle our arm. She is very sensitive and quite sassy too.
When we tell her "no Peyton, get off the counter" she sasses right back telling us she thinks she is just fine where she is. Peyton likes to be in the middle of anything we do, cooking, cleaning, reading or working on our laptops.
She does not like cat treats or people food, so there is never any begging. She loves water, and jumps into any sink and waits patiently for us to turn on the tap. She likes to get in the shower and explore, while we are showering.
Peyton fetches her toy mice and when asked "where's your baby?", her eyes widen and immediately begins searching for her favorite blue lamb.
She will disappear for a few minutes and turn up with the toy lamb in her mouth and drop it at our feet. She loves to play hide and seek and tackle us when she finds us.
Peyton is truly a joy to have around and takes great care of us too. Sometimes we aren't sure who was the one needing rescuing, us or her.
Peyton Come Home...
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