Woah Stacey! You had to deal with a lot of kitty heartaches to get to the point where you are now. Thank goodness for Princess!Originally Posted by crazy4cats28
I grew up having dogs. I wasn't much of a cat person when I was little. I think that has more to do with the fact that I never had my own cat.
When I was like 16 or 17 my Dad found a litter of kittens abandoned in a pile of firewood. I watched for a while but the Momma cat never came back so I brought them in the house and was going to hand raise them. I took them to the vet and they showed me how to feed and take care of them but all but one died within the first couple hours. After that I started liking cats a little better. what really changed my mind was when I found a kitten that was about 3 or 4 months old living under our deck. I finally got her to trust me and come out from under the deck. Then a month or so later she was injured so bad we had to put her to sleep. This poor kitty had a broken pelvis it's hind leg was out of the socket among other things. The vet said we could send her to a local vet teaching hospital and they could try to help her but she would have to be there for months and would never be able to live a normal pain free life. Both the vet and I thought it was the best thing to put her to sleep.
A month or 2 later I went to the pet store to get my dogs some food and they had animals up for adoption. I had to stop and look. I seen Princess and fell in love with her and had to have her. So I called my Dad, who swore I could not have anymore pets until I had my own place, and begged him to let me bring her home. And the rest is history.