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.
My sweet old man made his journey to the Rainbow Bridge on September 30, 2016 at the age of 17+ years.
I have to go to the vet tomorrow for a check up and blood work. I am so tired of going to the vet! Thankfully, I haven't thrown up since my surgery. I am eating and feeling pretty good but not putting on much weight. I am not worried about that, but Mommy is. It is awfully cold here. Mom moved one of the window perch heaters to my bed. It's too cold to sit by the window anyway. I asked Mom to warm up the car tomorrow morning before we go. Brrrr. Hopefully we'll get a good report from the vet.