Originally Posted by sarahp
Awww poor Scratch
That's cute that he gets so excited at food times though
Will you share his story with us of his previous home? I know you said you hadn't given his full story yet...
Sure, pull up a seat this one is a tear jerker. Scratch was most likely the product of a moggie and a BYB's Main Coon. When he was born it was obvious to all that he couldn't be sold so after he was weaned he was tossed out. The reason we know this is the APL in our area found him on the street of a known BYB. The first home he went to he was hit, kicked, and not fed. So much so he wound up at a rescue organization in our area. The second home he went to he was too shy so the family brought him back.
The day I walked past his cage at Petsmart was a bad one for him. He had just been brought back from his second home, he was an abuse case with medical problems, and he had a sister who had gone through the same thing. There was something about him that made me stop. He had these two big yellow/gold eyes that looked shy but wise. I just knew he was going to be a second kitty for us. The only snag was that Scratch was long haired, and DH didn't want a long haired kitty. I solved that problem by not telling him until we were in the car on the way over to the adoption center.
The first two weeks with Scratch were hard. He didn't want to come out from under the arm chair I had in my room. He would eat and use his box, but mostly he'd just hide and make his "meep meep" noise. He finally did come out, but it's been an uphill battle from there. He is back and forth from the Vet with gum infections, and issues with his legs. The rescue organization that we got him from wasn't up front about all of his medical issues, so it's been a challenge.
I was able to piece together his story by calling around to the five (yes FIVE) vets that have been on his medical records. About three months ago, I was nasty enough to the lady who runs it to force most of them over. There are still gaps, but I've been able to deal with that.
The final piece to the puzzle is when we adopted him the rescue said that he was 8 months. Now that he's been back and forth to the vet, I've come to realize that there is NO way that was his true age. He was closer to a year and a half when we got him.
I've been asked by people who know Scratch's story that it the rescue had been up front about his past would I still have taken him. The answer to that has always been and always will be: YES!