Arrival Story: I was volunteering at the Siamese Rescue booth at a cat show one Sunday morning. I figured it might be a bit slow, so I brought some pix of my cats to show the other volunteers. They included pix of Rafiki, my Savannah. About a month later, I received an e-mail from one of those volunteers with a photo of Ben, and she asked "is this your cat?" As an intake volunteer, she goes to shelters and evaluates any Siamese they get for the rescue program. She saw Ben, and thought he was a Savannah. I got so upset. I can't go to shelters because I cry just thinking about all the animals that never make it out of there. And now, by sending me a picture, it made it very personal. I called the shelter for more info. He was very unhappy in the cage, so they put him in one of the dog runs during the day. I was also told he didn't get along with other cats. I felt terrible. I asked them to please call me and not euthanize him if they couldn't find him a home. I had a big master bed room that he could have at worst, but hopefully, I'd integrate him. I called every week for eight weeks. Finally, they told me to put in an application and come see him. He was friendly but not overly. I didn't care. How could he be his normal self with a stranger and when trapped in a shelter? I took him home a week later. He's a sweet kitty and very friendly even with strangers.
I am here. I don't feel well. I have the kidney disease you know. Every month or two I throw up and then I won't eat for days. I got sick yesterday. Mom took me to the vet. She is afraid. I didn't meow in the car. Normally, I don't stop. I made a small growl at the vet. Normally, I try to bite their faces off. I look at Mommy. She looks at me with sad eyes, or sometimes she tries to pretend that everything is normal. The only thing I consume is water. I took a nap with her today, and I am sitting with her now.
Our family is mostly angels now. I fear I will be the next. Not tomorrow, or the next day, but next.
I hope some of our friends are still here. We have been gone for so long. Every time we tried to come back, we encountered too many troubles. But, we keep trying.
Mommy has a new job, a new career and a new schedule. We think she is a vampire. She leaves for work at 8:15pm and gets home at 7:45am. I used to spend the night in my apartment (cause I don't get along with Hershey and AnnaDee), so I couldn't sleep with Mommy unless she was off and taking a nap during the day. But now, I do. At first, I didn't understand what she was doing, climbing into my bed during the day. I had to go in an out from under the covers to investigate. Then I had to make some biscuits on her belly. Then I had to sit right on her belly with all 16 1/2 lbs of me concentrated on her navel. Then I had to bite and pull on her hair just to make sure she was alive. Finally, I had to press on her nose a few times to make sure she was breathing. After all that, I settled down to sleep. Mom says I am a good boy!
Mom came home from work at lunch time today. She usually only does that if she has to work at night too. Today she wanted to check on Hershey though. She came in the house and was calling "Ben, Ben, Benjaboo where are you?" walking all around looking for me. Finally, she looked right at me sitting on the couch and I said "rrrrow." So she asked why didn't I say anything. Why did I let her walk all around calling me? 'cause I'm a cat!