posted on Apr, 7 2017 @ 12:53 PM
Obviously, as General Tab E. Katt, I cannot pass this one up!
Right now my roommate (very well known member here on ATS) and I have 12 rescues. I moved here with 7 (although one was old and passed last year),
she had 3, and we rescued three more as tiny kittens.
I have two 12 year old Manx cats with cerebellar hypoplasia, which is a virus they catch in the womb, and it retards the development of their
cerebellum, so they are clumsy and their head wobbles uncontrollably when they are trying to look at something ("intention tremors"). The male, named
Thomas, is a large 20 pound watermelon with a head and legs. He takes care of every kitten I have brought in, since he was a few years old. He
cleans them, teaches them, cuddles with them, and there is always a cat, even the older ones, who will fight to sleep with old grandpa.
Females do not take care of adults or older kittens that are not theirs. Males, for some odd reason, are rather motherly and contrary to popular
belief, are very loving and caring towards the young.
I bring up Thomas because I had a Manx female that got pregnant (my bad, not paying attention to their age before spaying will almost ensure your 6
month old will get knocked up). He was the first one out, as my daughter and I wondered why she was screaming. This kitten shot out of her like he
was shot out of a cannon, and she ran away as it slid onto my bare foot....my 13 year old yelling, "EEWWWW, it touched your FOOT!". Still encased in
the birth sac, I only had seconds to break it and get this kitten to breathe or he would die.
I tore the sac with my tee shirt around the mouth and nose, and kept blowing on it until the little thing sucked in a deep breath. Then I found the
mother in my closet and returned him to her so she could finish cleaning him up.
This cat, now 12 years old, follows me everywhere, loves everybody, even strangers, has never known rejection or cruelty, and is always around me
constantly. He hated my husband and kept getting between us the whole time we were married. Cats know.
He's sitting on my left leg currently, as always, purring and on watch. His cerebellar hypoplasia, horrible as a kitten, is now compensated for in
his brain, and he only has the head bobble when he sees something he doesn't understand. He thinks I'm his mother, and well....I think so too.
You can take him in the car and he purrs. He doesn't need a cage at the vets, just carry his big self in and plop him on the counter, he'll purr and
visit with the staff. Incredibly special, loving cat. I pray he has many years to go with me. I have so many cats and each a unique rescue story,
but he is my big ol' baby, the cat that has made a home in the recesses of my heart.