Albus put a spell on our very own Lindsey – and the pair have a created one magical little family!
My journey began back in April 2016. I was living in a home with some monstrous creatures, called “dogs” and “human teenagers.” Whoever said Lassie was a hero never met a border collie who tried to herd me around the house! The hustle and bustle of their daily lives was exhausting. I couldn’t get a moment’s peace, and naturally I felt quite overwhelmed. I’ll admit to being a sensitive lad, and my anxiety was through the roof. Unfortunately, I’m also afflicted with several urinary issues, many of which worsen due to stress. This was not the right home for me, and my former owners decided it was best if I found a new one. And that’s when I came to the sanctuary.
Shy, scared, and leaking pee. I never knew if I’d ever find my forever home. I’m not a kitten anymore, and at age ten was considered a senior. An introverted senior with medical problems? I know at any other shelter, that might have been my death sentence. I was so lucky to end up at the sanctuary, where people understand that all animals deserve dignity and respect. Instead of a tight, cramped cage, I had a room all to my own. I had cat shelves to climb on, boxes to hide in, and toys to play with. It was just the place I needed to build up my confidence and address my medical concerns. Though I will admit, it took me a while to warm up to all the new humans in my life. People would come and sit next to me, and I’d shrink away. As much as I loved the peace and quiet here, it’s not as nice as having a family all of my own.
Luckily, I made a lot of new friends – volunteers came to visit me! A little old senior cat with an incontience? I was quite flattered. I loved sitting next to people on the couch, hiding behind the couch to pounce at toys, and even enjoy the ourdoors on my catio. The lovely staff worked tirelessly to see if there was anything they could do for my medical conditions. I have FLUTD and cystitis, two conditions that affect my bladder. I knew how to use the litter box just fine, but my plumbing is a little screwed up. Sometimes…I’d wet the bed, or leave a little piddle on the floor if I was sitting down for a long time. After many different vet visits, medication trials, supplements, diet changes, and even holistic healing like chiropractors and acupuncture, it seemed that I’d always be a WHIZard. My conditions were managed well, but it’s just a lifelong quirk I’ll have to live with.
A year went by and I was still at the sanctuary. That’s not an anniversary you want to celebrate. I know there were some people who saw my picture online, but once they found out about my health problem, they looked away. Nobody seemed to understand me…
But then came along my new mom. She actually worked at the sanctuary as volunteer manager, and she would come to feed me every day. After I ate my snack, she’d sit on the couch and I’d jump up to take a nap on her chest. I was trying to get as close as possible to her heart. She was always so patient with me, giving me space when I needed it and giving cuddles when I was lonely. Other volunteers would say that she and I had a special bond – it’s true, I wouldn’t often sleep right on top of people (it certainly didn’t hurt that she brought me food every day too…) It would have been nice to go home with her, but I knew she was living with other kitties. And with my stressful nature, I needed to be a feline loner.
So imagine my surprise one cold December evening, when she came to feed me. Instead of putting my food right on the floor, she stuck it in the carrier. Naturally, being very hungry, I walked right in. But it was a trap! She slammed the door and whisked me away – oh no, not another dreaded vet visit. Sigh. I was used to it by now. After about a half hour drive, the car stopped. She picked me up and walked me up some stairs. I heard her fumble with the keys and open the door. It was dark – and there were not other humans around. This wasn’t a vet office…could it be… She opened another door and set the carrier down. The lights went on and I reflexively blinked. Peering out of my carrier, I saw a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, piles of clothes, a bookcase… this looked like a human bedroom! Was this my new forever home?! I dashed out of the carrier and hid under the bed. This was too good to be true. She put a dish of food under the bed with me and sat on top to watch TV. She watched some weird show called “America’s Next Top Model” – I certainly didn’t understand the appeal. After about a half hour, I realized this wasn’t a prank or a dream or a cruel trick. I had finally found my forever home, and it was with someone I had known for a long time. Turns out, she finally was able to get her own place – without any other cats living there! She would have taken me home sooner if she could have, which made me feel ultra special. I hopped out from under the bed and jumped on top with my new mom. I snuggled up in her armpit, I didn’t care if the weird angle made her arm fall asleep. I was finally home.
Now, I’m doing great. I’ve got the whole apartment to myself. I have my own cat tower, window perch, scratching posts, boxes, toys, couch, counter, pantry, it’s all mine! I’m the king of my castle. The one downside? Mom doesn’t let me eat her human food – I try to steal french fries, crackers, even brussel sprouts. I love to reach my paw in to a bag of snacks when I think she isn’t looking…but she always catches me. Other than that, life is great. I get to snuggle all night with a human who understands that senior cats like me deserve a loving home, and that I still need love even though I have medical conditions. Sure, she has to do extra laundry when I tinkle, but that’s a small price to pay. I know there are thousands of cats like me out there in the world, getting euthanized because of their age or their untreatable, but not harmful, medical conditions. I count my lucky stars every day that I ended up in a place that could allow me to be myself, with no judgment or limits. The fact that I get to live out my golden years in a home is nothing short of a miracle.
I hope everyone who hears my story talks the time to consider someday, if they can, adopting a cat like me, and giving someone a second chance at a forever home. I also want to thank all the volunteers who spent time with me, showing me compassion and understanding. I know it’s hard to compete with glamorous and rambunctious kittens for attention – but the fact that so many of you took the time out of your busy lives to come sit with little old me…I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.