I have always been a crazy animal lover. One of my earliest childhood memories is my cat had gotten run over and I think my mom tried to lie to me about it ,but I was looking out the window at the snowy street when some men came and scooped him up with a shovel. I knew it was my cat.
Since the street was snowy, I had to be 3 or 4 years old. We were out of
By the time I was 8 or 9, my mom had quit trying to protect me from tragedy. We had a Siamese cat named Charlie (he was the second Charlie) he wasn't ever neutered so he was crazy to get outside. We lived in
He would come home totally beat up by other tomcats. Abscessed, ear's ripped, you name it. Well one day he came home and his entire head was abscessed. Swollen like a beach ball. My mother had no money to take him to the vet.
So what did she do?
She drives down to the city pound and instead of doing this dirty work herself....she makes me (an 8 year old) take my beloved cat up to them and say that "I found him and he is sick."
I manage to do this, while bawling my head off. They take my cat and even at this age I know they are going to kill him.
Well, all throughout my child hood I had many beloved pets that became "disposable" to my mother.
I tried to NEVER be like that. I have always loved my animals just like they are my own children.
I have had to rehome a few ,in dire circumstances and it was hideous. It's also been a very long time since I had to do such a thing.
Well, the situation with Monkey has gotten so bad; today I actually emailed the Burmese rescue people. I sent them the following note. Even if they found the perfect situation, how could I trust it?
Yet, I hope they can /do.
My little girl is miserable.
This is Mocha aka: Monkey. She is a purebred Burmese. She is 7 or 8 years old. We have had her since she was a little kitten.
She is very tiny and very scared of everything. The Vet jokingly called her a midget.
We also have 2 much larger male cats. In the last year we moved from the US to Hampshire. Due to one of the males being put into quarantine ,Monkey and one male stayed here in England (with my husband) and I took the (quarantined) male back to the US for 7 months.
He and I returned to England 2 months ago. Since the cats were separated Monkey is now terrified of them. They bully her and she is miserable.
In the last week I noticed that she had lost weight, because she was too afraid to go down the stairs to eat. She is now being fed in the bedroom. Then she started urinating on my husbands’ clothes in the bedroom because she’s too afraid to go down to the litter box. She now has a litter box upstairs. She spends all her time growling and her quality of life is the pits now.
We love her very much but if we could find the right home for her, for her sake, we would be willing to let her go.
She is a difficult cat. As I said, she is very tiny. Maybe, 4.5 pounds. She is front de-clawed, has NEVER been outside and obviously could not be allowed out with no claws. She is very vocal when she wants something. And she is afraid of most people and ALL animals. She gets cold easy and she doesn’t like it. She loves to hang out in warm places.
She would be happy in a home with a single person or an older couple with no kids or pets. She is a very sweet girl when she’s not scared. She loves to sit right in your lap and sleep right on you.
Back at home, she had a few “girlfriends” that she would come out to visit. (2 of my friends) She hides from everyone else.
She is perfectly healthy cat, she is spayed, and up to date on vaccinations, mircochipped, even has a pet passport (although she HATES to travel)
She doesn’t have any bad habits except she does feel free to get on the kitchen counters.
I hate to consider giving her up, but I feel awful for her, being like this.
This is her Catster page. There are more pictures of her on there.
If you know someone who might be the perfect person for Monkey please let me know. "
I pray that somehow the cats all start loving each other. I pray for a solution that will let Monkey be happy and live a normal life.
That is so damn sad. I don't know what to do.