Oh my goodness how the years fly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have become a demanding little lap cat - but how cute are you?
Taken yesterday:
You were rescued by garbage men, thrown away in a plastic bag like trash with your sister.
Thank GOD you two had the breath left to meow! They were kind enough to take you to the county shelter, where thank goodness they called us! We had just hours notice and you two were to be euthanized, but thankfully we were home that day. You two were "unadoptable" because you "had something wrong with you."
That "something" was cerebellar hypoplasia. It makes you shake and wobble. We call you the weeble that does fall down.
We padded our house to make it safe for you to come home. Your sister went home with a wonderful vet tech that also fell in love.
Every time Gary would visit while you were in "quarantine" at the vet because of Tuxie, he thought you were going to shake apart until he had you in his arms. But you made it home - and all in one piece! We thought the "play pen" set up in our bedroom would contain you. You might not have been able to jump, baby girl, but you could climb! That set up lasted for a couple of hours.
Though Spooky took six months or so to stop hissing and swatting at you, you never let her or your handicap bring you down. We're so sorry we had to lock you up in your own room at night - but we had to do it for your own safety, baby girl! You were so good about it all.
All throughout the night and in the morning, we'd open the door and call, "Where's Ming Loy?" And asleep under the cedar chest, we'd hear a big "thunk" as you woke and hit your head on the bottom, squirmed your way out, and came running to play.
When out and about we'd try to call you - and you wouldn't even look. Then it finally dawned on us just what the problem was. Instead of calling "Ming Loy," we called, "Where's Ming Loy?" And you not only turned to look, you came running, you sweet silly thing!
It took us a couple of weeks to get your name straightened out, but now you're our Ming Doodle Bug, our Ming Doobie, our little Mujahadin - or just our little Moojah.
All the cats adjusted to you plopping and flopping on them. And in the RV you're never far from something to prop you up. We'd have done anything required to care for you. But we are thankful that you gained enough muscle control to not need to be cleaned up every time you climbed out of the litter box.
Playing is such hard work!
Everything and anything could be a toy.
To "fish" for cats, use a mouse!
Awwww.......... SUCH a sweet little baby girl lurks beneath our toy stalker!
Thankfully those claws were always reserved for the toys (and camera strap)
Ooops - I fell over again... might as well have a stretch!
Such a smile! (She loves having her nose petted!)
Happy Gotcha Day, little girl!
You have become a demanding little lap cat - but how cute are you?
Taken yesterday:
You were rescued by garbage men, thrown away in a plastic bag like trash with your sister.
That "something" was cerebellar hypoplasia. It makes you shake and wobble. We call you the weeble that does fall down.
Every time Gary would visit while you were in "quarantine" at the vet because of Tuxie, he thought you were going to shake apart until he had you in his arms. But you made it home - and all in one piece! We thought the "play pen" set up in our bedroom would contain you. You might not have been able to jump, baby girl, but you could climb! That set up lasted for a couple of hours.
Though Spooky took six months or so to stop hissing and swatting at you, you never let her or your handicap bring you down. We're so sorry we had to lock you up in your own room at night - but we had to do it for your own safety, baby girl! You were so good about it all.
All throughout the night and in the morning, we'd open the door and call, "Where's Ming Loy?" And asleep under the cedar chest, we'd hear a big "thunk" as you woke and hit your head on the bottom, squirmed your way out, and came running to play.
When out and about we'd try to call you - and you wouldn't even look. Then it finally dawned on us just what the problem was. Instead of calling "Ming Loy," we called, "Where's Ming Loy?" And you not only turned to look, you came running, you sweet silly thing!
It took us a couple of weeks to get your name straightened out, but now you're our Ming Doodle Bug, our Ming Doobie, our little Mujahadin - or just our little Moojah.
All the cats adjusted to you plopping and flopping on them. And in the RV you're never far from something to prop you up. We'd have done anything required to care for you. But we are thankful that you gained enough muscle control to not need to be cleaned up every time you climbed out of the litter box.
Playing is such hard work!
Everything and anything could be a toy.
To "fish" for cats, use a mouse!
Awwww.......... SUCH a sweet little baby girl lurks beneath our toy stalker!
Thankfully those claws were always reserved for the toys (and camera strap)
Ooops - I fell over again... might as well have a stretch!
Such a smile! (She loves having her nose petted!)
Happy Gotcha Day, little girl!
