Skills: Living with three legs; Going into a room and shutting the door
Arrival Story: Vinnie was a feral kitten, about six months old, who got his back leg caught in a fence. He was hanging by his leg at the top of an eight foot fence. With the help of two firefighters, we rescued him and took him to the vet. The vet set the broken leg, but it became infected so she had to amputate it. Vinnie's dogsister, Nicki, stayed by him all the time encouraging him to get up. Vinnie healed well, but he was so scared he lived under the bedroom furniture except to eat and use his box when no one was around. It took him four months to come out from under the dresser and begin to be friendly.
Bio: Vinnie is still scared of strangers, but he loves his Daddy and Mom. Daddy plays with him with a feather stick. Vinnie likes the stick better after he chews the feathers off. He gets around on his three legs very well, upstairs and down.
Vinnie has all soft, shiny black fur with a small patch of white on his side. The patch of white fur is in the shape of a heart. To us it means he was meant to love and be loved in a furever home. ****
Honey is his cousin. **** Diary of the Day January 9, 2008 **** Daily Diary Pick January 17, 2008
Your humans know the signs with a car and a red circle and cross line over it. It means to them "No Parking."
Well, there was a sign on the basement door that said Vinnie and had a red circle and cross line over it, meaning "No Vinnie."
Here's the story. (blushes) I had an accident down in the basement one time when I went down there with Daddy. He said it smelled baaad, like ammonia. After that, I had to stay upstairs and the "No Vinnie" sign went up. (I really couldn't help it, ya know.)
Some time has passed and my Daddy gave me another chance. The "No Vinnie" sign is gone and I can go downstairs again. There are poles down there covered with carpet that I like to climb. My dear Mom put a litter box down there, too, just in case.
I let her (my typist) kiss me on the top of my head last evening, and this is what she does to my page.
Well, I live in Cleveland and we had lots and lots of snow in the winter. Every cat and dog I know (one of each) is just waiting for spring, a real spring with warm sun and clean fresh air. So I guess the raindrops have to come to make the spring work.