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I was born in a country called Oman and from just a few weeks old, was taken to this place called the ‘pet shop’. All the other fluffy kittens there said it was horrible but I’d soon be out of there. I didn't much like this place - the humans didn't care for us well, the water and food was sparse, we were cramped into a wire-floored cage and had to huddle together for comfort and play with each other for entertainment. I missed my mum so much.
One by one my companions left, but one of them had given me cat flu and I wasn’t well so nobody really wanted me. The mean people at the pet shop didn’t care; I was often left without food and water, a dirty cage and litter box, no bed to lie on, no toys. Nothing.
I was so miserable on my own and over time I just got sicker and sicker. Eventually the bright colours and things I saw started to go fuzzy and one day I woke up and there were only shadows and light. It wasn’t too much after that I could see only darkness. My world was miserable and I just lay down hoping to find eternal sleep.
It was suddenly and abruptly that the cage was opened and a lady’s hand reached in for me. Loud voices, insistence and a lot of scuffling and I was put into a carry-box. I was so tired and low by this time I didn’t move a muscle. I just lay there thinking that perhaps I was going to the rainbow bridge that everybody had spoken of.
I felt the cold of a metal table, kind voices, the sting of an injection and then a soft bed. I ate some food offered to me and then I slept… waiting and waiting for the kindness to take me to the bridge. But it didn’t come and after a while I drifted off, waking every now and then for more food, water and a stroke from the hands of the kind voices.
After a day or two, I was taken again to the cold metal table again and given another sting which made me drift off quickly.
When I woke up I knew something was different about my eyes, they were sore on the outside, but inside they didn't hurt so much and oddly, they felt better. The nice voices said I had “stitches” and so I had to wear this horrible plastic collar. But I didn’t mind so much really, because I felt like I was more energetic and stronger now and generally felt a lot better. The kind voices came and went, I was given the most delicious food I had ever eaten and I always had a soft bed to lie on. Maybe I was over the rainbow bridge? No, this was real! I didn’t much like the daily stings, but the nice voices said they would make me feel better and that one day maybe I would have a home of my own. A home? Really? But I also heard the whispers and something about it being difficult to find a ‘good’ home for a blind cat. I wasn’t too sure what that meant, because I was happy and purred loudly at the kind voices and strokes that came my way. In fact, they said I was one of the happiest kitties they’d ever met. I didn’t know why, but just hearing that made me even happier.
One by one my companions left, but one of them had given me cat flu and I wasn’t well so nobody really wanted me. The mean people at the pet shop didn’t care; I was often left without food and water, a dirty cage and litter box, no bed to lie on, no toys. Nothing.
I was so miserable on my own and over time I just got sicker and sicker. Eventually the bright colours and things I saw started to go fuzzy and one day I woke up and there were only shadows and light. It wasn’t too much after that I could see only darkness. My world was miserable and I just lay down hoping to find eternal sleep.
It was suddenly and abruptly that the cage was opened and a lady’s hand reached in for me. Loud voices, insistence and a lot of scuffling and I was put into a carry-box. I was so tired and low by this time I didn’t move a muscle. I just lay there thinking that perhaps I was going to the rainbow bridge that everybody had spoken of.
I felt the cold of a metal table, kind voices, the sting of an injection and then a soft bed. I ate some food offered to me and then I slept… waiting and waiting for the kindness to take me to the bridge. But it didn’t come and after a while I drifted off, waking every now and then for more food, water and a stroke from the hands of the kind voices.
After a day or two, I was taken again to the cold metal table again and given another sting which made me drift off quickly.
When I woke up I knew something was different about my eyes, they were sore on the outside, but inside they didn't hurt so much and oddly, they felt better. The nice voices said I had “stitches” and so I had to wear this horrible plastic collar. But I didn’t mind so much really, because I felt like I was more energetic and stronger now and generally felt a lot better. The kind voices came and went, I was given the most delicious food I had ever eaten and I always had a soft bed to lie on. Maybe I was over the rainbow bridge? No, this was real! I didn’t much like the daily stings, but the nice voices said they would make me feel better and that one day maybe I would have a home of my own. A home? Really? But I also heard the whispers and something about it being difficult to find a ‘good’ home for a blind cat. I wasn’t too sure what that meant, because I was happy and purred loudly at the kind voices and strokes that came my way. In fact, they said I was one of the happiest kitties they’d ever met. I didn’t know why, but just hearing that made me even happier.
A day after my surgery.
Six days after my ‘surgery’ a new lady appeared from nowhere. She also spoke to me in a very kind voice and kneeled down to stroke my cheek. I rolled over for the next stage – the belly rub. She cooed and ahhh-ed and said “yes, I’ll take her”.
Was this it - was I going to a home? Oh wow!
It was two days later after they removed my “stitches” and finally free of the annoying collar that I was again put into a carrier and taken to a new place. I nestled in my new mum's arms as she lifted me out of my carrier and sniffed the air. I knew there was another cat there because I could smell her, but 'mum' didn’t let us meet straight away and we had our own separate areas for about five days. When I did meet her, I thought she was pretty OK. She said I wasn't bad myself, although she was a little put out having to share 'her' place with me for a while.
I just loved this new place once I had learned my way around. Plus I got strokes and cuddles every day, great food, lots of different beds and so many toys I kept forgetting which one was my favourite. I also learned that if I lost a toy, my mum would go and retrieve it if I let out the merest squeak (which is all I do by the way, I’m not into meowing loudly).
I've been in my “forever home” since September 2014. My mum is just the best and loves me so much.. or so she keeps telling me every day. I think maybe I’m her favourite, which annoys my sisfur Luna. There are now four of us - me, Luna, Kuro and my blind twin Chandon (Chandie), who came all the way from the US to us in 2022. We also had a rescue kitty called Lily, who passed away from FIP in February 2020. We are a happy family, but sometimes I have to tease Luna to play with me. I like to play a lot and sometimes mum says I never sit still. But I do, I like strokes and being brushed and of course, sleeping too. Oh and there are so many nice places to curl up – my mum’s bed and five cat trees (two of which are like real trees). My mum also has a small garden which she says she made ‘safe’ by enclosing it. We are allowed to go out when the weather isn't too hot and I have even learned to use the cat flap!
I know I’m home. I know I’m loved. I am lucky to have my mum and fur-siblings and I'm just so happy.
Was this it - was I going to a home? Oh wow!
It was two days later after they removed my “stitches” and finally free of the annoying collar that I was again put into a carrier and taken to a new place. I nestled in my new mum's arms as she lifted me out of my carrier and sniffed the air. I knew there was another cat there because I could smell her, but 'mum' didn’t let us meet straight away and we had our own separate areas for about five days. When I did meet her, I thought she was pretty OK. She said I wasn't bad myself, although she was a little put out having to share 'her' place with me for a while.
I just loved this new place once I had learned my way around. Plus I got strokes and cuddles every day, great food, lots of different beds and so many toys I kept forgetting which one was my favourite. I also learned that if I lost a toy, my mum would go and retrieve it if I let out the merest squeak (which is all I do by the way, I’m not into meowing loudly).
I've been in my “forever home” since September 2014. My mum is just the best and loves me so much.. or so she keeps telling me every day. I think maybe I’m her favourite, which annoys my sisfur Luna. There are now four of us - me, Luna, Kuro and my blind twin Chandon (Chandie), who came all the way from the US to us in 2022. We also had a rescue kitty called Lily, who passed away from FIP in February 2020. We are a happy family, but sometimes I have to tease Luna to play with me. I like to play a lot and sometimes mum says I never sit still. But I do, I like strokes and being brushed and of course, sleeping too. Oh and there are so many nice places to curl up – my mum’s bed and five cat trees (two of which are like real trees). My mum also has a small garden which she says she made ‘safe’ by enclosing it. We are allowed to go out when the weather isn't too hot and I have even learned to use the cat flap!
I know I’m home. I know I’m loved. I am lucky to have my mum and fur-siblings and I'm just so happy.
A year after finding my forever home.