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My "First Day Home" Picture - Just So Everyone Understands

August 13th 2011 8:43 pm
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Hi der,

My mommy decided to poot up a picture of my first day home when I was emaciated, had giardia, highly dehydrated, highly anemic, flea infested and I was a big (I mean BIG) poopy butt - no cleanings before mommy. It's a scary picture, but it might help someone to learn about proper care mommy hopes, for the inexperienced cat owners.

Mommy put this up to show those that do not know about neglecting a beloved pet, what it is.

Well, I was in kill shelter (they "made" mommy call it "pound" or "shelter", but she still called it "Kill Shelter" when she volunteered all that time.

So anyways, I was in kill shelter with my brother and someone came and took away my brother. I became depressed (already was from being in small cage, but they took my BROTHER away that I relied on a lot).

So this lady other volunteer at shelter who was already fostering 30+ orphaned kittens (in a non-insulated garage, but they did have cages) and a few cats in da house. She lived in a cold area for night and morning for kitties to be out in non-insulated garage.

Mommy thinks she a hoarder in a different way . . . through fostering more than she could ever handle.

So then there was me and . . . George, I think his name was . . . in the bathroom. I was so scared I stayed behind the toilet a lot. hard to maneuver in and out with my Radial Hypoplasia, and only a cup, maybe 2 of crystal litter for the 2 of us and so much poo on my bunda ("butt" in Portuguese). I was a mess.

Mommmmmmmmmy walked into the room. I was scared 'cause I never seen her. The lady told her I would only eat by force, so mommy ("strange new lady" I called her at the time) fed me with big oral syringe.

The way she was holding me and making soft noises while looking right into my eyes did something to me... I got all warm and feeling... good? inside. I loved her soft voice that sounded so authentic like she really cared.

Then she gave George his food, cleaned my poopy bunda and ... sniff . . . left!

BUT! She told me she talked to lady and asked if she could foster me... I heard her begging, but nice begging and finally the lady said okay and they signed the "chain of evidence" of who had me over to - MOMMY!!!!!!

Mommy took me to emergency hospital before taking me home; just rushed me in and they took me right away. Apparently if you are highly anemic you are not supposed to have fluids, but since I was so severely dehydrated, they gave me 500mg of fluids right away, gave mommy medicine for the Giardia and a Capstar and Frontline Plus for 24 hours later and told mommy to turn the lady into police and Animal Services.

Mommy didn't do that, but fights with that decision every day - lady still volunteers there. She did call main volunteer for fosters and suggested the lady only take in a few older cats and not be able to deal wtih kittens anymore 'cause she was overwhelmed. So that did happen at least after that kitten season.

One of the other volunteers eventually called mommy and tried to coerce (literally) the name of the person I told Dr. Anderson at the SLO County Animal Services (kill shelter). Mommy asked, literally, what are your intentions on asking [mommy] that question? (She's been messed with a lot in my life, like many).

The other lady lied and said she cared about the cat and it could be a criminal issue that she'd like to do something about if the doctor had told you to turn this person in. Mommy (as always) believed her intentions and thought it would be good to have someone else working on it, too), so mommy told her.

After that, she got yelled and screamed at until mommy was sobbing and couldn't stop. ANOTHER girl mommy didn't know called mommy and said "Are you the one talking @#(*&$# about ________? I told her (crying hard) never to call me, I don't know her, it was harassment for her to call me and she shouldn't even have my number.

That's when mommy's volunteering days were definitely over.

These peeps didn't care about me at all, and I'm so sad mommy got treated very badly, and that they didn't care about me at all - I wasn't even mentioned.

They ended up praising the neglecter/foster-hoarder and really, really hating mommy (and not giving a second thought to me). Even one of the head volunteers who is mommy's brother's friend. Mommy's brother doesn't talk to her anymore either.

Mommy doesn't care!! WE don't care!! We like our life better with mommy home EVERY day now and because she gives us so much love, medical care (6 of us, special needs) out of 10, and talks to us all the time about important things; mostly love and care and never leaving us, ever, and being with us through every single thing... even when ... that day comes ... that she'll be there holding us, talking to us until we fall asleep.

The pound comes 1x/year on surprise visits and last time asked mommy if someone told her they were coming. The year before that, he asked if mommy had litterboxes (he couldn't smell a thing).

We love our mommy dearly, she is a true animal advocate and DOES speak up now on any little thing she sees that appears to be abuse or neglect towards animals - she will call the police, Animal Services, try to talk some sense into the person . . .she da best.

But most of all, she's a great mommy who makes it her intention to always treat us as equally as possible (equal time with her love). It's very important that we are all treated the same.

That's why we're a close family (except Fuzz doesn't like Chief Red Cloud), but we are mellow, yet love to play a lot, too. Mom has tons of toys for us. Sometimes, if her Permanent SS Check hasn't come in yet, she'll sell stuff to get us something.

We always have the best food and get to drink Arrowhead Mountain Spring water. She says if it's good enough for her, it's good enough for us and we do love it, especially in the drinkwell, but there are a few feeding/watering places in the house. 5 big, jumbola poo-pee boxes she cleans 2x/day and purifers.

"What a Wonderful World!"
~ Louis Armstrong


From my family to yours; we love you all!

~ Tiny D., et al.

 
 

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Purred by: Blizzard AKA The Catfather (Catster Member)

August 14th 2011 at 5:34 am

Oh wow!! We are so sorry your mom had to go through thst. Thats why daddy said he'd rather deal with cats than people! Purring that your mom doesn't stop helping the less fortunate cats out there. We all appawciate it very much!!
Purred by: ♥ Anna ♥ (Catster Member)

August 14th 2011 at 5:47 am

What a sad sad story with a beautifur happy ending! we are so glad your mommy found you and brought you home. she is the purrfect example of a wonderful cat mommy! hugs and kisses Anna
Purred by: Hannah E

September 8th 2011 at 6:45 pm

that is so sad. but i am so happy u got home though. yes sometimes people can very mean. but not all people are mean.
Purred by: MILO BLUE EYES DB# 73A (Catster Member)

September 17th 2011 at 6:14 am

Dat IS sad, but ya know, Tiny Dancer, it's our mom's dat care 'n love us beyond anythin' else! Hoomans, dat dey can be rough! But not all r mean 'n thoughtless, thank goodness! Ur mom is so saweet 'n love's u furry mush! It's our unconditional love's dat some don't unnerstan' 'n da fact dat we furs need attenshon 'n good care too! I happee u gotted a great home too! Purrs 'n thank to ur sweet mommy!!!


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