Photo Comments Sex: Male Weight: 9 lbs.
Leave a treat for Salem (2002-2010)
Catster stats for Salem (2002-2010)
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Mr. Pink, Mist-uh Mow, Catman, Handicat, Handsome Boy, Cat Pants, The Cream Cheese Phantom
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November 15th 2004
March 14th 2002
Gray and White
Wrestling with his new kitten, my hair, gutting things like couches & doors, his cat nip mouse, mooching people food, sitting on the balcony.
The vet, riding in the car, being brushed, the Jimi-Dog
His cat nip mouse, his kitten, bits of string or dental floss which he slurps up like noodles
Favorite Nap Spot:
Our bed, my computer armchair, buried in laundry inside a closet, sometimes the dog's bed, the window sill, and under the couch in front of the radiator
Weird things. Cheezits, Cream Cheese, Doritos, Meatloaf, Turkey, Tuna, Dog Biscuits, Greenies, Steak, Pounce Treats
If he finds a glass of milk or water that's been left behind, he'll stick his paw down in the glass to scoop some out and then lick it off his paw. He's very very sneaky with the cream cheese. He can lick a bagel clean before you even know what happened.
Salem's first owner was a girl around 10 years old. She got him as a very young kitten and in the time she had him, she broke his pelvis and let it heal without taking him to a vet, broke the tip of his tail, and threw him into walls until it knocked him unconscious. The grandmother of the girl took him to the vet for treatment twice, the second time unconscious, and the vet refused to return him to the owner. He now walks with a lot of stiffness in his back legs and a sort of saunter without really bending them. His tail is crooked at the tip, and sometimes his pupils are two completely different sizes. He also seems to have trouble focusing on moving objects.
Once at the office, they realized he also has severe food allergies. He was front declawed for using the staff's legs as a scratching post, and developed feline acne due to his allergies, and eating from plastic dishes.
He ended up living in the office for a year at least maybe a little longer, and got a lot of love from the office receptionist, but he was never friendly to anyone. No one wanted him, everyone thought he was too mean, ugly or that he was too old because of his stiff walk.
Because he was allowed to run loose with the overweight office cats, he never got the prescription diet he needed, and was underweight because he was living on diet cat food.
I started working there in August, and by October, I was so in love with him, I had to have him.
I had earned his trust with treats and occasionally petting him if he'd let me, so that he would follow me around the office while I worked. He didn't like anyone except me and my co-worker, and she had so many cats, she didn't think she had the time to give him the attention he deserved. I loved this cat, and I wanted him really badly, but I'm allergic to cats, and had never really had one before.
I finally couldn't take it anymore, I was so scared some random person would adopt him and not truly appreciate him, or that no one would adopt him and he'd always be alone, that I went one night after I'd gotten off work, and asked if I could try him for a week to see how I did with my allergies. He'd been there so long my co-worker not only gave him to me free of charge, but she also gave me a bag of prescription food for him, she was so happy he was finally getting a good home.
I had to keep him, I was head over heels.
Salem was my life. He followed me everywhere just to see what I was doing and keep me company. He loved activity and was surprisingly social, even with strangers. He also loved most animals (note the picture of him hanging out with the guinea pigs). He was utterly in love with his kitten Fuu; they did everything together.
In April 2010, shortly after his 8th birthday, Salem passed away. Sometime in the middle of the night, he had what the vet believes was a stroke. I rushed him to the emergency hospital, but he died in my hands as we pulled into the parking lot.
Salem was my first cat, and my first pet as an adult. I had no idea that a cat could form such a close bond with a person until I brought him home. Every day I had him, Salem opened up a little more and became more affectionate. When I packed for trips, he climbed into my suitcase. When I went to bed at night, he curled up to sleep next to my bed on the floor. He would let me do anything to him, even give him a bath without the slightest struggle. He was my closest friend, and the love of my life. And nothing will ever come close to replacing him.
I've Been On Catster Since:
|September 11th 2004
||More than 12 years!
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