I’ve been lax on posting lately. Mostly it’s been me being sick and trying to kick the cold (It has gone from my head to throat to chest and I think there’s just a bit left *hanging on like an unwanted visitor!* before it’s gone).
Monday this week I ran across an ad online for a cat that needed adopting. I know….. It’s not like we were in desperate need for one, right? I mean we have the most beauteous Electra and Harley to keep us company.
So ok, a semi-bald, abused cat. Bound to have issues.
I decided I’d email them anyway. What harm could an email do, right? Besides, I wanted to see what he looked like, you know?
Juli, the awesome chick running the rescue emailed me right away and snapped some photos of him. She also gave me some excellent information about him and his background. It’s Rough. With a Capital R. Basically, the guy bought him for his teenage daughter (to try to get her to visit–it didn’t work and he was then stuck with a cat he hated and reminded him of his failure). This guy intentionally starved him (he told his neighbor when he took the cat that he was trying to starve it to death), drop kicked him, and threw him across the room whenever he saw him. He had no veterinary care, was infested with fleas, had scabs over his body and was mostly bald. In general he was in really, really poor health when the rescue took him. (that guy should be thankful I don’t own a gun. Yes, people. I would shoot someone for doing something as inhuman as that.
You can’t really tell from looking at the photos but right now he looks a lot like a bobble head….big head and stick figure body but he has the best personality. He’s sweet, and affectionate. I find it so unbelievable how loving he is considering his treatment.
This was one of the photos that the rescue sent me to let me know what he looked like:
I figured that although it was a bit of a long drive I’d go meet him in person, and see how it went. I’d wanted to get a Maine Coon kitten some time later this year (or next) but was also feeling guilty about getting a kitten when I know so many cats are out there in shelters and rescues who really need the home. You know? So in that sense, he seemed like a perfect match. He was a maine coon (if horribly abused and malnourished), and he needed a home. And he’s a lapcat.
And we met and he liked me. That was about all there was to that. I was hooked and took him home. So then Mark (although he’s still in the UK, but on his way home next week) and I decided we should rename him (we just didn’t see him as a Jackie Chan….More of an Indiana Jones since he seemed to have escaped from his own Temple of Doom. So we’re calling him Indy!
This is a pic from this morning (*he came home with me yesterday afternoon*) he was winding himself around my legs Yes his little ribs are sticking out, and you can feel every knob on his spine
So wish us all luck with getting him to good health, feel more secure and loved. He’s a wonderful boy!