My Aunt Jessica adopted a 12 week-old kitten a couple of years ago from a man who rescued kittens from under the Atlantic City, NJ boardwalk. Dolly had a severe ear mites infestation, a bacterial infection and needed to be spayed, but she had found her “forever home.”
About a year ago, it became apparent that Dolly had a more serious health issue. One kidney was obstructed, filling with urine and ballooning to three times its normal size. The vet said the choices were to remove the kidney and save Dolly’s life or do nothing, in which case Dolly wouldn’t make it; her condition was life-threatening. The operation was expensive, but my aunt decided to proceed–there was really no choice when it came to Dolly.
Dolly, all better now, is shy with strangers. Visitors might see a blur of caramel-colored fur streak past. Before you finish saying, “There she is,” she’s gone.
With Aunt Jessica, she’s—well—a doll! She’s so affectionate (umm, clingy), that she craves constant physical contact. She loves tennis on television, walking behind the T.V. to find the tennis ball. Snowflakes are fascinating! She’s the first to “tell” my aunt when it snows. She chirps, squeaks, purrs and mutters. Clothes on a drying rack, especially undergarments are fair game. Dolly will knock down her prey, dragging it around the apartment like a lion parading her kill.
On a recent visit, Dolly and I bonded, sort-of-ish. I took these pictures with my phone which is why they’re grainy. Still, I think you can see Dolly’s personality shining through.
Curious enough to come out of hiding.
Do you have a pet rescue story you’d like to share?
I’d love to hear it, hon!