Favorite Nap Spot: the cat perch in the bedroom window
Favorite Food: We Pity the Kitties cat treats
Arrival Story: Adopted him from the Siamese Rescue Center of Virginia. My Siamese cat Zachary had recently died from a very aggressive oral cancer. I thought I might wait a bit before adopting another cat because I also had my sick mom living with me who needed a lot of my attention. A very understanding cat-loving friend suggested I just go to a shelter and look at the kitties. I couldn't do that because I get too upset at shelters. I saw an add for Siamese Rescue somewhere and something was pulling at me to look at the website. Well, I saw all those needy faces there, and I couldn't put it off. There were many kitties, and I sent a few inquiries. Then Hershey arrived at the rescue, and his picture was posted. The picture made him look like he had big, goofy googly eyes which he definitely does not have in person. I knew i had to have him, so I put in my application. I went to the Center to get him. He had only been there for a week and a half, so they didn't know his personality very well. The door was open to his cage, but he just sat in there looking somewhat dejected. He let me pet him though, and I explained that i was there to take him to his furever home. I'm not sure he believed me, but he didn't put up any resistence when we put him in the carrier and didn't say a word the whole ride home.
Bio: Hershey is a very mellow, somewhat timid kitty. He hates loud noises and even not-so-loud noises. If something takes him by surprise, he growls and runs off even if that something is me. He doesn't have a very Meezerly meow; it's very quiet, but he learned that using it gets him attention. He is not a lap cat and doesn't often sleep with me, yet he loves attention. He always greets me at the door. When he sees me come towards him, he rolls over and exposes his tummy for belly rubs and kneads and purrs all the while. He can be very playful, and I have seem him leaping and twisting and jumping chasing little fur mice and other little furry and sparkly toys. He's a lover not a fighter, therefore he and Benjamin must be separated. He never learned to put Benjamin in his place.
So it seems like Catster is allowing me to stay on tonight. I have been trying to come back here for months.
Anyway, it has been a rough year. In November of 2013, I was diagnosed as hyperthyroid. After Radiocat in January, Mom noticed I wasn't gaining my weight back, but the vet just said it would take awhile. In March, I started vomiting. It's a long story, but suffice it to say that I have been feeling lousy all year. In November, I had to have surgery. They took four biopsies and found small cell lymphoma in all. The good news is that now the doc knows what to treat me for. I am on chemo and doing really well; at least I am not sick any more, and I am eating better.
Today is my birthday/gotcha day. I am fifteen years old or thereabouts. The past six months haven't been so great. I was diagnosed with a hyperactive thyroid for which I received Radiocat treatment in January. Then in March, I started with tummy troubles. It sure is tough getting old. One day you feel fine, but the next you feel ... old. But ten years ... wow! I remember when Mom came to the Center. I was feeling kinda down. It was good to be off the street, but I was stuck with a bunch of strange cats in an unfamiliar place. When Mom came to the shelter, she found me sitting in my litter box in my 'space.' I wasn't exactly thrilled to meet her, but she took me with her anyway. She snagged AnnaDee too, and off I went to my new life in my furever home. I took my good old time getting acclimated, but Mom was okay with that. I wouldn't even sleep in the room with her, and I feel bad because she told me it made her sad. But she waited, and now I sleep with her every night.
It's good to be active again on Catster (sort of). Mom is really busy with work and school, so she can't always help me out here. That's why I have been unresponsive, but I want to thank my friends who have sent the POP and birthday greetings. We'll be celebrating tomorrow. I don't know what to tell Mom to get me for my special treat. Chicken? Fish? I don't know. I'm very finicky these days. I'll have to see how the spirit moves me tomorrow.