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| Name: |
Whitesey
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Age: |
Four years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Inola, Oklahoma, USA |
Hi,
my name is Whitesey! I'm just a big ol' happy white cat today,
'cause it's my day to be Cat of the Day! Life hasn't always been so
good, and I'll suffer for it forever, but I've learned to make the best
of any situation and I now have a permanent loving home and four other
kitty friends to play with and aggravate. My humans call me the
poster-kitty for human stupidity and animal cruelty. Not so long ago, I
was put out of my former home, declawed, to fend for myself when my
first human mama died of cancer. I did enjoy the outdoors and the
adventure, but one day I wandered too far into a field behind my old
house and suddenly there was a very loud bang and I felt a terrific pain
in my right front leg and chest. I had been shot! I ran on my three
good legs back to what I remember was safety, but there was no one to
help me and my wound became infected and I was very sick. I didn't know
what to do and I was afraid I might not survive. I was afraid to go to
people; maybe they would shoot me again.
When my new humans found me I was too weak to run and they rushed me to
their vet who splinted my leg and gave me medicine for my infection
(GACK!). When I came out of the sleepy stuff, I promptly removed the
splint from my crippled leg, so I had to be put back under again to
re-splint it (you mean I wasn't supposed to take that off??). The
doctor did a really good job on the next splint, and I hobbled around
for six weeks before he took it off again. The doctor knew my leg would
be almost useless, as my right elbow joint was shattered beyond repair
and the bullet is still lodged in my chest. This hasn't stopped me,
though, and now I can chase around the house with the best of them,
including my half-wild sister Bubby. I can run a little on my bad leg
as long as I'm very close to the ground, as I can't straighten my elbow.
I sound something like "thump-a-thump-a-thump-a" when I run. I do a
great job in the litter pan, too. I reach way up the washer and the
walls and paddle my front feet like crazy. Whatever hilarious means,
that's me, 'cause my humans say I'm hilarious when I do that. I also
like to play "speedbump" by falling into the path of anyone walking by.
My Mama says I fall down and look pitiful, but my Daddy argues that I'm
a "flopper" and just get underfoot for grins (I won't tell, hee, hee!).
Hey, maybe it's my place to add some humor to the world. It sure needs it!
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