by Kalik-ing » Fri Oct 27, 2017 4:46 pm
I am a proud cat owner! My boy Magnus was a rather fun story, I think. His mother's owner never took care of his mom and aunt, so they got pregnant by some random Tom on the street. Both litters were all girls except for my beloved boy, so he was already special just for that! The neighbor lady of the uncaring owner saw all of his happen and ended up taking all of the kittens in because she was so worried for them. She ended up taking all the girls to the animal shelter, as she already had two cats and a dog, but couldn't bring herself to take Magnus. (Then named Butterfinger) This lady just loved my cat! She swore up and down he was the sweetest most personable cat, and I agree.
Fast forward a few months! It's my birthday and I'm desperately wanting a ferret, but no, no ferrets. A snake perhaps? No, no snakes. A cat then! For goodness sake, I needed a pet to love me and only me. We went to the shelter to pick out a cat and paid for her. She was a precious little kitten with a lump the size of a golf ball on her belly from where she was spayed. She just lay on my lap and didn't move much. We pay for her, pay for the box to take her home in after getting approved after a five hour wait time. No, they weren't busy, they were just that uncaring about the people who came to adopt. After five hours of waiting, we get told "you can't take the cat home, it has a fever! We'll give her some cold water and call you tomorrow." Fast forward again, a week this time. No call, no cat, no money returned. We call the shelter and they say this cat is still sick, still with a bad fever. The only thing they did for her was give her cold water. Remember that lump I mentioned? Most likely infection from her spay procedure. And cold water? That doesn't make an infection go away. The shelter refused to refund us our money, refused to give us the cat, and refused to let us choose a different cat. I was kittyless, and that cat was supposed to be my birthday gift! (A super important thing for a very depressed 15 year old, mind you) My mother went over the shelter manager's head to the CEO or whoever to get our money back, and we blasted bad reviews all over for these people.
Another few weeks go by, and my health is just plummeting because of my depression and anxiety. My aunt's friend's mother still had Butterfinger (Now Magnus) and he needed a forever home. We drove to meet them halfway and voila! My precious, personable, incredible cat has been with me for several years now.
This cat learns fast. He knows he can push or pull a door, knows several quasi commands, a few tricks, and runs to the door anytime I have visitors to check them out! He loves to lay all twisted up into a pretzal and upside down on the couch, playing with household objects and his toys, as well as looking out windows. He seems to remember my regular visitors and runs to the door anytime I come home from being away. I adore this cat, and he seems to adore me just as much. >u<
~Sorry for the wall of text! I just love animals (mine in particular) so much!