Oh the nose and arm! The very 1st time we ever took Gypsy to the vet back in late 2016 she was just starting to stay inside overnite. I had no idea how she would react to being put into a carrier. Not really knowing what I was doing I bought a cardboard one at Walmart. Very scared. While Scott opened the top I carefully picked up the still nameless little gray and white cat to quickly place her inside. Breathed a sigh of relief when he closed the top. I went to the other room to get my jacket when Scott shouted "She's getting out!" When I ran back in she had chewed a chunk out of one of the air holes and had her whole head sticking out! This was in just seconds! We panicked, not knowing if she would bite or scratch. I grabbed a beach towel, wrapped it around the carrier while pushing her head back in She was still chewing her way out so I put the whole shebang in the laundry basket, tucked a small thick quilt around the top and held it on my lap in the car on the way to the vet! Our little buzz sawThank you, everyone. Your words give me strength.
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Today's post is about love; it's about how Ashton chose me as her human...
I had just started fostering cats for the local shelter after seeing a greater need for cat foster parents. I had always thought that I'd adopt dogs, but I guess God had other plans. Ashton was the second cat I fostered; she was on an email list with many other kittens in need of foster homes, but when I replied, nobody had asked for her yet, so I decided to take her. When I picked her up, I saw this little pink nose at the cutout hole of the carrier. When I touched it, it retreated but an arm stuck out instead. It was hilarious.
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To correct her congenital condition, she wore a cone of shame and a splint on her chest and had to be crated 24/7. The little rascal was bored and would climb up the dog crate to try to pull down the towel I put on top of it (photo evidence included!). I felt so bad for her that every day after coming home I'd head straight for the crate and sit next to it. She was so happy for human contact that she'd jump into my lap even before the gate was completely opened and purr loudly in my lap for a long time. That was I how fell in love with her. By the time she was ready for adoption, I couldn't let her go. I still remember the moment I signed the adoption papers; I was almost shaking as I was so nervous (of having taking on this commitment) and so excited (I have a cat!!!) at the same time.
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