We currently have one 15 year old kitty. Doesn't she look innocent?
Lefty was found on the side of the road by someone my husband was working with. He got back to the office and told him about her. When Roy asked him what he did with the cat, he said that he left her there. The coworker didn't want to catch any diseases. Well, Roy went flying out of the parking lot on two wheels. When he found her, he thought she was dead so he turned to leave. He heard a pathetic squeak and turned around to see her trying to lift her head. Roy wrapped her up in his coat and rushed to the vet to put her out of her misery because he didn't think something so bloody could survive. There was a new vet at the office that did not recognize Roy and was giving him the "evil eye", luckily the owner, our vet, came in so the new vet relaxed. Roy told them that he wanted to put Lefty out of her misery, but the new vet thought she could be saved. She stayed a few days and recovered enough to come home, but we were told that she would never regain the use of her front left arm. I was the one who picked her up, and I knew at that point we probably would be keeping her because the vet tech came out with Lefty in her arms not squirming. 10 days after being in our house, Lefty started having seizures. We rushed her to the vet school about 80 miles away (University of IL - Urbana). She seized a couple times on the way out there and we stopped a couple times to make sure she was still alive. At that point I told Roy that if she survived, we would be keeping her. It was like an emergency medical show when we got to the hospital. The called a code blue (or red?) and there were vets and students coming out of the woodwork. They saved her and as they say, the rest is history. Lefty is a kitty that does not necessarily like dogs or cats even though at one time we had two greyhounds and three cats. She is the true test of a newly retired greyhound who tests out as cat safe. When Eddie was here, she just slapped the snot out of him. You heard that right paw crack against his nose. Eddie was finally able to sneak a little kiss on Lefty's head. He was so proud of himself that he was smiling. Lefty was so shocked that she couldn't react.
We also had kitty littermates for a while. A family had left the "hood" back in 1987 and left behind a pregnant cat that gave birth under my parents porch. There were three kittens (momma cat was hit by a car) born. My mom found a home for one, kept one (Garfield) and Roy and I took the last one (Taffy).
Taffy lived to be 17 1/2 years old. She was a terrible spook and we could not medicate her. She had Pancreatitus and ended up having a stroke. We only have one digital picture of her:
We adopted Garfield (don't let the name fool ya, she's a girl who was misdiagnosed as a baby) after my mom died in 1998. She lived to be 19 1/2 years old. When we brought her home, it was as though Taffy and Garfield never forgot each other. They truly did seem to recognize each other and they were the best of buds.
We also had a tomkitty by the name of Spooky. He was the sweetest little black kitty with Sylvester the cat chubby cheeks. He was about 13 when he died of cancer. We don't have any digital pictures of him.
Annette
Thanks - that just shot our idea down! jk - it is a very cute story! Mogran is only 45 lbs - I can't imagine a 65 lb greyhound!
