I wish that there were enough benefactors that each animal shelter could receive its own $25,000 grant, because I know there are deserving organizations in each state that could use the funding to improve their facilities, increase staff, or afford additional medical care and enrichment for the animals they care for.
But I don’t know their stories. I do, however, know my own (sort of).
At first, I was a problem child. I would not eat, either dry or canned food, either kitten or adult cat food, so my Humom had to boil and shred chicken and let me drink diluted juice from a can of tuna. I would not listen either. At first, they thought I was deaf because I didn’t react to any stimulus around me, and not even a sudden noise near me even made my ears twitch. And my feline hyperesthesia and heart murmur wouldn’t even be detected or diagnosed for several months.
But through patience and dedication, Humom was able to get me to eat, to interact with the other cats, and finally to thrive.
I always had a scowly face, from the first moment they saw me. Even Pops commented that I was “like Grumpy Cat’s little sister.” But I just use that as part of my charm.
It took a lot of work by Humom and the others to get me through my baby months. I had a lot of trips to the vet, which is when she trained me to use a harness since I was afraid of the carrier. Humom and the staff at OK Humane knew that finding the right family for me would be a challenge. Humom created my Facebook page initially to help “market” me to prospective adoptive families, with the expectation that they would turn the Page over to my new family when the time came.
But… what can I say, I have a way about me, and Pops and Humom decided to make me a permanent part of their family.