Age: 6 Years Sex: Female Weight: 6 lbs.
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August 5th 2007
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Pomme came to us as a pregnant foster kitty. Her name then was Mollypop. A local rescue group had saved her from death row at the local pound. We had only had her a few days when she showed signs of a respiratory infection. I took her to the vet, she got a shot of penicillin, and the next morning she gave birth to eight amazingly beautiful babies. I sat with her all day long helping her with her little ones. Between babies, I made excited announcements to my wonderful friends in my kitten group on Catster, while Molly cleaned and nursed her babies. After about the fifth baby, Mollypop was obviously exhausted, and I became a cat midwife. But that was to be expected, right? All seemed well until the next morning when Molly had obvious trouble breathing. And the littlest baby seemed lethargic, pushed aside. Back to the vet. A few bags of sub-q fluids and a new, different antibiotic. And the vet recommended that the little family go back to the rescue shelter. Where Molly could be supported with IV fluids and the babies could have other nursing moms help feed them. Sadly, every baby caught Molly's illness and passed away. For weeks it looked like Mollypop might die too. Miraculously, she survived. Today, 6 weeks after she left us, such a sick little girl, she has come back to live here forever. She and I went through so much together, I knew that she should never have to worry about being sent back to the pound again.
It broke my heart to lose all those precious babies. And no one really thought Molly would make it. Of 16 cats rescued from the pound in late July/early August, all died except Molly. The rescue's vet ordered the antibiotic my vet had given her before she returned to the shelter. The rescue's shelter has now changed their protocol for taking in cats from animal control. Shelter personnel were trained to use this new drug, and now every cat pulled from local animal control gets this shot, even if they don't immediately show symptoms. The people at the rescue told me today that they've not lost a cat since. Maybe Mollypop's tragedy helped save lives of other kitties.
My youngest daughter's name is Mollie, so when little Mollypop became a permanent member of our family, we changed her name to Pomme, in honor of a family cat that we lost. She is a very quiet sweet timid young girl who went through a very hard time. We're going to try hard to make the rest of her life as happy as we can.
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November 2nd 2008 4:40 am
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Hi it's me, Pomme.
It's been a month since I've been in my forever home. I guess it's going ok. Two weeks ago I started coming out of my room on my own. Mom now leaves all the doors open when she is home so I'm not kept separate from the rest of the herd. Sometimes we can even be in the same room together and nobody growls. Yesterday I defended my territory! Snoop Dogg tried to come in my room and I HISSED and poofed up my tail and chased him out!! Guess I showed him. Hmmph.
I figured out my job here. At night mommy keeps the herd in the kitchen with the door closed. For some reason it wakes her up if they zoom through the halls or jump on her bed in the middle of the night. She has to get her sleep so she can go to work to make enough money to buy catfood. I am a calm and quiet cat. I wait till the lights go off, then I tiptoe up on mommy's bed and lay down right next to her. If she's still awake I purr her to sleep. If she's asleep, I guard her till the morning noise goes off. I read about that cat who saved his mommy from a burglar. I would do that too. Just like I chased Snoop Dogg.
I'm good at my job. That makes me happy.
September 30th 2008 3:34 pm
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Hi, it's me Pomme. I was tagged by my friend the beautiful Pawlette to play the 7 game. I find 7 things to tell you about me (I hope I can think of 7 things), then find 7 friends to tag (I hope I can find 7 friends)*worries*
OK, here are 7 things about me
1. I've been in my new forever home for a whole 9 days
2. I have started leaving my "private suite" on my own. I go to look for my Mommy. If she's not home, I wait on her bed for her. All day if I need to.
3. I don't meow. When one of my new siblings looks at me, I make a tiny squeak. My Mommy says I'm trying to tell them "hello, I want to be friends". They think I'm saying "watch out I'm here to steal your Mommy"
4. Feather and Pancake will come up to greet me and give me a nose rub now. Snoop Dogg's hisses are getting softer and he's been coming closer. Mouse still snarls at me like a wildcat. My Mommy says Mouse is the top cat in the house and she's making sure I know I have to respect her. Popcorn hasn't seemed to notice me yet mol! My Mommy says she's a little spacy!
5. My Mommy says I am the quietest, stillest, most docile kitty she's ever seen. I never fuss or argue about anything.
6. My Mommy says she can't imagine how somebody could throw away a perfect sweet kitty like me.
7. I LOVE being able to say "my Mommy".
Now, I have to find 7 more kitties to play. I don't know too many cats yet.......I want to see if I can tag all girl kitties, so I can make more girlfriends!
1. Scout, Riley's sweet sister
2. Maggie, one of Snoop's nicest friends
3. Kayleigh, whose brother Angel Cole is very special to my baby, Little Cole, who almost made it
4. Sarah, (my sisters have a BIG teenage crush on her handsome brother Pete)
5. Stella! one of my brand new friends (yay!)
6. Elliott, Leo's pretty sister
7. Little Coqui, we all love the singing coquis on her page
September 25th 2008 5:05 pm
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Hi! to all my wonderful friends here at Catster. You purred for me even before I knew you. And I'm sure that's why I'm here today.
At the end of July, my mommy decided to try to be a foster pawrent. I came to her house from a rescue shelter which had removed me from animal control before I could be put to sleep. My name was Molly then. Foster mommy called me Mollypop. I was VERY pregnant. The first few days, I quietly explored my new home. I made my mom laugh when I tried to walk between a table and the sofa: My whiskers told me that I could easily pass through, but they forgot that my belly was three times bigger than it's usual size! I was always getting stuck and having to back out of tight places. In a few days, though, I started having a stuffy nose. Foster mommy took me to the vet. I got a shot and some medicine to take at home.
But the next morning when mom checked on me, one of my babies had already been born. And more were born all day long. I got more and more tired. After a while I couldn't push them out or clean them off. Mommy helped me, dried my babies for me, and put them near me to nurse.
The next morning there was trouble. I couldn't breathe. I wouldn't eat or drink. Some of the babies seemed weak. We went back to the vet, then back to the rescue shelter. I needed IV medicine. My 8 babies needed more to eat, and there were some other momcats there who helped feed them. I got so sick. All my babies passed away. Mommy kept calling to check on me. I heard the people at the shelter tell me to try to get better because if I did I would have a forever home. It took more than a month but little by little I surprised everybody. I got well.
Last Sunday, the nice lady at the rescue said "Come on Molly". I got a bath! And some medicine on the back of my neck. "You can't take any fleas where you're going". She put me in a little carrier and we went to Petsmart. They have an adoption event for kittens on Sundays. It was scary. There was a BIG german shepherd puppy who barked LOUD. I pressed myself as far as I could to the back of the carrier. It reminded me of when somebody took me to the pound. Then the door opened and somebody reached inand pulled me out. She seemed a little familiar... She pressed me up to her face and snuzzled me. Whoa! Do I know you? It was foster mommy!
She put me in he shopping cart and whisked me away from those doggies. We went to where the kitty beds were and she let me try some out. I curled up in a red one with ruffles. While mommy shopped I rode all around the store in my new bed and didn't move once.
The first thing mommy told me was that I have a new name: Pomme. Mommy has a human daughter named Mollie and she said it freaked her out to fill out forms to get "Molly McCarthy" spayed. MOL!
So I'm back. And this time mommy says I can stay forever. Right now I have my very own bedroom, away from the "herd". Soon I hope my new brothers and sisters will want to get to know me. But right now it's good to have my own bowl of all the food I can eat, my red ruffled bed, and a window with a butterfly bush outside that I can look at all day long. And cuddles when mommy comes home from work. And never having to worry that I'll be sent to the pound again. I'm learning to purr again.
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