Likes: The Pink Monkey, being brushed, talking, exploring, eating, did I mention being brushed?
Pet-Peeves: Strangers, leaving the house, thunder, having her face touched around her mouth unless it is HER idea
Favorite Toy: Bed mice a.k.a toes under covers
Favorite Nap Spot: Back of couches and chairs, preferably the one I'm on.
Favorite Food: Blue Buffalo duck and any meat I eat
Arrival Story: Sweet, gentle Pierogie came from Simpsonville, SC. One day she showed up on the deck of one of the kindest people alive, Mary. Mary would post every day on FB about her (originally thought to be a boy); how sweet she is, but needed some vet attention; how she would keep Mary company while she did yard work; how she LOVES being brushed. Mary brushed her just about every day; fed her during her own kitties' mealtimes; even made an outdoor home for her using soft blankies and a tarp. She made her a bed under deck chairs, so she would have protection during bad weather. She had a litter box - she had luxury outdoor living! Mary is a Saint. Truly. But after a few months, it became more & more apparent she needed a home and vet care. Mary did EVERYTHING she could, but her own funds are low, like many senior citizens. She tried time and time again to find out who she belonged to, but no one would claim her. Several people pointed her to a house on the next street over, but they refused to return her calls. Her own cats would not accept Pierogie (named Tom at that point), so bringing her in as her own was not an option. And the matter of vet care was still out there. My friend Anne was filling me in, telling me how heartbroken Mary was because she thought she would have to bring her into a pound and then the unthinkable would happen. She put me in touch with Mary, I contacted her and told her we would figure something out, regardless of whether or not I could take her (still thought to be a him). I'm still not sure why, but I decided to take a trip to SC and pick her up. I asked Mary to get her tested for FIV/FeLV, worms and checked for fleas and that regardless of the results, I would reimburse her for the vet bills and pick up the sweet kitty. That vet visit determined the "he" was a she. And that's exactly what I did. Road trip! Down and back to SC in one weekend! And what a little trooper Pierogie was! And just as sweet as Mary said! We stayed overnight in a pet friendly hotel in Greenville, and she was all settled in, snuggling and purring and kneading. She clearly used to belong to someone prior to showing up on Mary's deck. We left that Sunday morning to drive home in horrendous weather, but Pierogie was fine. No issues with being in a car. She even ate, drank and used the litter box while the car was moving! We wound up having to stop for us humans LOL Pierogie came with 4 teeth, and only a few parts of others, along with breath that smelled like death. Not the normal stinky animal breath, but actual death. Her four teeth consisted of the upper and lower canines, all exceptionally long. Her overbite forced her upper canines to hang out like a saber tooth tiger. Originally, we thought she was an older cat because of her teeth, but that quickly changed, although we have no idea her true age. I took her to my vet when I got back from SC, and he commended Mary for the excellent outside care. No fleas, no worms, no injuries, just her teeth and gums problems. She has since been diagnosed with Plasma Cell Stomatitis, which kitties can be born with and lose their teeth at an early age. In fact, removing the teeth is a common way of trying to manage this condition, so that might be why she had no teeth behind her upper and lower canines. In any case, there is no cure, but it can be managed. So my little Southern black beauty, who I named Pierogie, is here to stay with me. And she has no issues with other kitties, so that is a bonus. In fact, she just wants to love on Sausage. She is such a sweet, sweet girl. Has Meatball personality traits, too. Not all, but some. Maybe that's why my inner voice said Go Get Her :)