Nicknames: None yet... wasn't crazy about the name "Salem" but he's had it for ten years so I'll respect that.
Birthday: May 1st 2000
Likes: Being petted and hugged
Favorite Nap Spot: still under the bed
Favorite Food: Canned Fancy Feast!
Skills: My husband thinks he actually rolled over on command so he has declared him a genius
Arrival Story: When my orange boy, Edgar's, litter mate, Emily Felicity had to make a sudden journey to the Bridge I became concerned about his being lonely. He had always had his sister with him, for 14 and a half years. They may not have been the best of friends but they did play as kittens and he still tried to play with her from time to time. It was Emily who was really not so sociable. So I looked at the local SPCA for seniors, and especially seniors who were declawed. Edgar is front paw declawed. Yes, that makes me a lousy cat parent and I will never do it again to a cat. But maybe I can give forever homes to seniors who have already been mutilated? Poor Salem was four-paw declawed. :~(
But anyway... looked on the SPCA website and saw Salem. Visited him twice there before I finally decided to adopt him. He gave me the hard sell on both visits... the second time he stood up and put his front leg on my shoulder, patted me and purred in my ear and then did it on the other shoulder! Who could resist that???
Bio: Not sure how long I will be blessed with Salem's company. Poor fellow seems to have really bad teeth. I knew he had a missing fang when I adopted him. But after having gotten him home and watched him try to eat the Purina One chow and only manage one kibble and then scarf down his little bit of canned Fancy Feast, I think his teeth are really hurting him. But he is off to the vet for a full check up on Monday, 8/2/10 so we shall see. ** Update ** I was not blessed with his company near long enough. Salem died suddenly in a brutal, ugly death on January 21, 2015 from what the vet suspects was a blood clot. He died in my arms as we were taking him to the vet to be put out of his suffering.
Salem died early yesterday morning in my arms as we were rushing him to the vet to have him put to sleep to put him out of his suffering. We don't know what stole him from us but the vet suspects it was a blood clot. Whatever it was it was gruesome and horrible and my poor, poor boy did not deserve that suffering.
It is NOT FAIR that he died that way and that he died so soon after Edgar left me. Salem did not even have an entire year to be "top cat" - the position he so longed for. And for a good part of his less than a year as top cat I was away; living in an apartment in another city for my work.
I have been doing a lot of weeping and a lot of beating myself up for choices that were made. All the times I pushed him away to favor Edgar ... I thought Salem would have his turn!!! He didn't get his turn. Salem was so smart and so sweet and gentle. I did not even get the pleasure of having him as a companion for five full years. And for almost his first two years he had to be confined to one room most of the time (with Lucy). I was in that room with him all evening every evening though except when I traded them out and let them roam the house and put Edgar in with me.
He deserved better. He deserved much better. He certainly deserved better than having his first owners four paw de-claw him. And he deserved better than being dumped at the SPCA when he was ten years old. And he deserved a better second home than what he got with me. But he was patient and tolerant, funny and smart and loving despite the rotten hand he was dealt in life. My heart is hurting so over his death and his absence.
I begin to understand now the people who have said: "Nope. No more. I can't do this any more. It hurts too much." I have one little kitty left, Salem's sister (from the same former home and possibly related - may have even been his daughter, actually). And I have a house full of memories of five precious dead cats: Gabrielle, Lucinda, Emily Felicity, Edgar and now Salem.
Rest in peace Salem. I am so very, very sorry that you did not have the life that you deserved. I loved you very much baby boy. I did the best I could but I made so many mistakes and I didn't do right by you. I hope and pray there really is a Rainbow Bridge that you are really there and have all your claws and are fat and young and healthy and that I will get to see you that way there someday. But I don't know that I believe it. I do know that your spirit will always be in my heart and that you took another chunk of it with you when you left. I am so very sorry I did not do the right things to spare you that horrible death. Just another way in which you were cheated in life. I love you Salem. Momma loves you.
Just a short note . . . loving my life here. I wish I hadn't had to wait until I was ten years old to get this home. Edgar and I have worked things out and we get along pretty much all of the time. Sometimes I've even given his head a lick and he has licked mine. Usually he smacks me after he gives me a lick but I guess I understand... :/
Grandma came to visit fur Christmas and I loved her!!! She understood me! She understood that I just want to be on a lap or be hugged all of the time! I hope she comes again soon.
My health is good. I take a daily pill for early signs of renal failure. But I'm in good shape.
It is my birthday, I'm 13. And I got gifties on Catster from the most beautiful lady cats!! :D Well... some of the gifties came from families, but all the families had a beautiful lady cat in them and I'm sure it was the lady cat who said: "We have to give Salem a birthday gift!" *struts*
I want all of my furriends to please say lots of purrs and prayers and send tons of PoP to one special beautiful lady cat, Samoa. She has a mass in her tummy and that's a very bad thing. :( I'm keeping her in my purrs.
As for me, well life is purrty good. Wish I could be top cat. Mom still pushes me away when I want to snuggle her in bed because she wants Edgar there and he still doesn't care for me much. :( I licked his head for the first time (first time that mommy and daddy saw anyway) tonight when he was screaming about mom trying to brush on him some.
Sniffed a big bug last night. Made me gag. Bleh.
I got tuna for my birthday!! And mom put MY plate down first cause it was my birthday! Usually it is Edgar's plate first, mine second and then she teases Lucy by holding it up in the air for a few minutes because Lucy is such a pig she eats twice as fast as me and Edgar and she'll just push me away from my plate if no one is watching. But tonight was MY night and I got my plate first! :) Wish mommy didn't sing that silly song though before she put the plates down. I could smell that tuna and didn't much care to wait through her caterwauling!
Love to all my furriends (special love and purrs to Samoa),