So Parker belonged to a friends brother. He was stuck in a basement for 2 years, was never brushed (he had terrible mats on his legs), hardly given water and was fed ONLY if the guy remembered. I was there one day and went to check on the cats as I often did and found Parker hiding in a box, panting, drooling and very ill looking, me being the softy I am, started crying...I asked my friend to take me to the vet with him, since the guy had better things to do (jerk)...Turns out he had an URI and was VERY sick. He stayed for 3 days and came back. I convinced my parents to let me have him and they agreed. He's had a few trips to the vet for various things, most times it was semi serious...but I found each time I took him to the vet, it was like he knew I was helping. He got more and more attached to me. The first trip from the URI, he would not leave me alone for days after that. He just followed me, cried when I shut him out of a room and slept snuggled up to me every night.
Has anyone else had a similar experience? I swear they know who really loves them and cares for them (and spends lots of money on them)
Has anyone else had a similar experience? I swear they know who really loves them and cares for them (and spends lots of money on them)



















