The following story is one reason Crazy Cat Sanctuary and Black Cat Rescue exist.
Hi, my name is Ms. Boots. I would not be here telling this story if it were not for a team effort between a sweet lady named Monica Webb and Crazy Cat Sanctuary and Black Cat Rescue. My family has no idea what might have happened to me prior to Ms. Monica discovering me at Meade County Animal Control in Meade County, KY, but all I will say is that it was not pleasant. I didn’t exhibit any evidence of physical abuse, but by the way I responded to them, they could tell my former humans had struck me, and I showed signs of verbal abuse by the way I handled loud noises.
This is where my new life begins. I was huddled in the rear of a cage at Animal Control when Ms. Monica discovered me, and because I refused to come forward in the cage for any reason, I was labeled as NOT ADOPTABLE by the humans at the facility. But that did not stop Ms. Monica. When she saw me, she told the humans that I was going home with her. For the next two months I was a scared little kitty as I was hiding behind her washer and dryer or out in the back corner of her garage. This was no life for a little kitty Ms. Monica knew, but as she would watch me, she wasn’t certain, but she had suspicions, that I had been beaten with something that had been yelled at because of something I was powerless to stop. She wasn’t sure why, but I would make tiny messes wherever I went in the house or garage.
Ms. Monica was talking on a regular basis on Facebook to the people at a shelter for abused and abandoned cats, and she informed them about me. The man I now call Daddy Mark said, Let’s meet and see about getting this little girl down to CSBCR. Sister(Dorothy). Daddy, Mark, and Ms. Monica met at a Subway in Elizabethtown, Kentucky, and Ms. Monica introduced them to me. I was once again a scared little kitty in the back of a cage.
Upon our arrival at my new home at the Sanctuary, they introduced me to two special therapists who would help me through the first part of my healing, while the humans dug into my primary problem of leaving little messes. The therapists are a brother-sister team, Tiger Man and Tiger Tye. Once I got out of my travel cage I immediately searched for a place to hide and found one, once again, behind a washer and dryer. These humans took it in stride as they made sure I always had access to fresh food, water, and a cat box near the front of the washer and dryer set. I frequently received visits from Tiger Man and Tiger Tye, who helped me with my emotional problems while the humans spoke with Dr. Mike at Animal Clinic in Greensburg, Kentucky, the Sanctuary’s vet . The big issue they figured out, I am grain intolerant. I cannot digest the grains used in cat food, wet or dry. My tiny messes ended when I tried some grain-free food Sister found on Chewy.com. What was good about it all was that even though I came in with a problem I still received a lot of affection and was treated like a cute little kitten with a minor issue, not a cat who just wanted to mess up the house. Today I eat Rachel Ray Nutrish, and Meow Mix (when they had a grain free), with Abound Wet Food and a Bit of Blue Buffalo wet food as a holiday treat for Catmas. I start my day with a bowl full of kibbles and a little sliver of Abound Wet Food, oh and no fish as I am allergic to fish too, and then lunch and supper are dry kibble. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, NO cooked meat. I can only eat it raw and no dairy, i.e. milk, yogurt, cheese, etc…, for me either. Instead, I get my favorite drink, which is Sweet Cream Coconut Milk Creamer. I get it while the other cats get half-and-half, the stuff you use in coffee, or we all get some fresh goat’s milk when the humans can get out to the Amish farm that supplies them with it and fresh eggs. All these precautions equal less little messes.
In the Spring of 2018, my next trial came about, but thankfully, Dr. Mike told my humans I just had an inner ear infection, and we got it treated. I have some ongoing health issues related to the inner ear infection that you can see if you look at my picture. You will see I continue to be leaning a bit and have my head cocked at an odd angle. The infection has led to this. It scared me for a while but one of the other cats, Mr. Goldberg had gone through this issue and he is still one crafty, loving cat. They all helped me through my problems and showed me I can still be myself and I was not going to be thrown away as a defective cat . Daddy had installed some ramps leading off the deck to the ground for Goldberg so he could enter and exit the house. Today, many of us still use these ramps instead of the stairs at the front of the deck. “Thanks, Dad.” “You’re welcome Ms. Boots,” I’ve been working at CCSBCR for a few years now, so I am no longer the timid cat cowering behind the washer and dryer. I am a cat that is aware of what she wants and who to get it from. You might not see me when you visit, but I will be observing you and judging you. My First REAL Home Ever? The Sanctuary, of course. The Sanctuary’s First Foster Fail and full-time dietitian.
If you want to help cats and kittens like us, head over to catsmademedoit.com to find out how. You can even become a monthly sponsor of one of us who calls the Sanctuary our FUR-EVER home, like me.
Now, for breakfast. “Sister, you did not do this right. It’s supposed to be a quarter cup of Nutrish and a sliver of Abound Wet Food, and you forgot the sliver AGAIN!!!”
“Sorry, Ms. Boots, I’ll get it right now, ma’am.”
“Humans, always got to keep my eye on them.”
“Here you go Ms. Boots, your Sliver.”
“Thank You, Sister.”
And that’s my story.
Sincerely, Ms. Boots.