Wonderpurr Gang membership was closed. I wasn’t in the market to feed another stray cat, much less adopt one. I’d maxed out past my usual ten. Ten seems to be my number. It fluxuates between 8 and 10, but whenever there is a vacancy…there is always someone on my porch ready to fill the opening.
Noah brought Elly to me this past spring. I didn’t realize she would be his last gift to me. He’d already brought me Candy the spring before. Noah had feline leukemia and passed shortly after.
Sad to say, Elly is FIV+. However I took her to my new vet who said she was sweet and wouldn’t pass the virus through fighting. After being vaccinated and spayed, I took her home where she was caged until healed. Meanwhile she had a reunion with Candy. Clearly they knew each other! And my other cats seemed interested in her, in a good way.
I did put Elly outside, and watched her run to the tree where I used to feed her along side Noah. But Noah wasn’t there…and she eventually returned to the door to come inside.
She’s been inside ever since.
Elly is gorgeous. She’s friendly. Best friends with Candy, and wants to be friends with Dori who is jealous that she has competition with HER BFF Candy.
Amazing what love and the promise of never giving up on someone can do to turn a life around. Meet Frank, my five-year-old tough-tabby-turned-soft-hearted-sweetiepie.
Frank arrived in early spring 2014, acting tough, showing off his man pride with tail held high. I’ve never met a stray like Frank, which is why, of all the 70+ strays I’ve rescued throughout my adult lifetime, I’ve picked Frank to feature on Remember Me Thursday.
When Frank first arrived in my yard he was determined to destroy Joshua, a sickly ginger stray who later passed from feline leukemia. Frank was Angry–and determined to kick someone’s tail, mine included. Three years later I still have vivid memories of battling Frank with a broom to keep him from ripping into Joshua. I kept sweeping Frank back while poor Josh cowered behind me. Finally, Frank turned on me, but again I swept him back until finally…with a huge sigh…he slumped to the ground. I asked if he wanted lunch. He did, and trotted dog-like beside me up to the house.
First bed in garage. Catnip mouse gift from NerissaTheCat.
Garage bed and kitchenette.
Frank’s history is a mystery, but clearly he’s never had a home. I’m certain he’s come close a few times, as he took to Rescued Life with such relief that IT had finally happened. But it was touch and go for a time, never knowing when he would go from gentle to feral. My Garage Band, Nikolas and Jesse, never really liked each other, but they bonded in mutual dislike of Frank. For the first year he was with us, I hovered over him to make sure he wouldn’t pick a fight with my other cats. Frank was big and strong, and could do serious damage.
A couple months after he arrived, Frank started pushing past me into the house. I was surprised that my indoor cats accepted him without drama — especially Herman and Opie who head the Wondepurr Drama Club. Then I found out my petsitter, Michelle, was responsible as he’d talked her into letting him inside! She didn’t realize he was supposed to be 100% outside.
Frank was a charmer, alright.
Frank is near comatose when he sleeps.
Still is! My indoor cats all like him, which tells me Frank totally understood his outside behavior as a rough and tumble fighter would not be acceptable indoor behavior.
Opie and Jack invited Frank to join their Bromance group.
Herman never objected to him joining our family. The girls – Peaches, Gidget, Chauncie Marie, Candy and Elly – all adore him. But it’s Dori with whom Frank has the best relationship. She loves to wrassle and although she’s half his size, Frank is gentle with her, even while throwing her to the ground.
We lost our Buddy in 2013 to a stroke. He was 22 and had been diabetic for 10 years. Looking so much like Buddy, it was easy for Ray and I to love Frank — even when he chomped on our arms.
Eventually the chomping stopped. Frank realized he no longer had to fight for a place to live. He even joined Herman, Ray and I on our nightly walks, trotting easily beside us. Whenever a car went by Frank would move to the grass and lie down. Another clue as to his life before us… although he’s been caught lying on his back in the middle of the street, sunning himself. Idiot!
I had envisioned traveling with Frank, who is very much a cat-dog. But he has severe motion sickness. Going to the vet requires the use of the old van with a tarp on the floor, a litter box (that is never used), two paper toweling rolls, a couple plastic bags and lots of air freshener. Even riding in Herman’s stroller makes Frank throw up.
Going to the vet requires a lot of paper toweling.
As the years have passed, Frank prefers to spend more time indoors than outside. And more often than not, he crawls into bed to lie between us…all sixteen pounds of him. I’ve never seen a cat who sleeps so deeply. Once asleep, he’s out until morning. My husband thinks Frank couldn’t have slept like that while homeless. But now…
When Frank arrived in my yard, I wasn’t in the market for another cat. I already cared for ten ex-strays. But I believe God sends me those who aren’t wanted by others. I currently care for thirteen!
Chevy can thank Frank for the patience I now have dealing with hard-bitten strays. Chevy is still learning proper behavior and something tells me we’re in for a long haul. But Frank taught me the promise of never giving up will eventually be rewarded.
I don’t have snuggly kitties who curl up in my lap. Except for Peaches, Herman and Dori, none of my cats like to lap cuddle. Most of them spent their formative years without a home, so they flee when the door bell rings, a trip to the vet requires lots of planning, and picking most of them up is impossible.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I consider them all Blessings. I’ve paid for one cat in my lifetime, a super tiny kitten I rescued from a pet shop in the early 80’s because she was drowning in a small cage filled with about fifty other kittens. All my other cats, including Herman, were strays.
The current membership of the Wonderpurr Gang is Herman, Opie, Peaches, Jack, Jesse, Nikolas, Chauncie Marie, Gidget, Dori, Candy, Frank, Chevy and Elly – all living Happily Ever After because I needed them as much as they needed me.
Remember Me Thursday® is a global awareness campaign uniting individuals and pet adoption organizations around the world as an unstoppable, integrated voice for orphan pets to live in forever homes, not die waiting for them.
On September 28, 2017, the entire world will share the importance of pet adoption and shine a light on all orphan pets waiting in shelters and rescues. In 2016, people using #RememberTheRescue and #RememberMeThursday reached nearly 340 million people on social media.
Can we get even more people sharing the importance of pet adoption in 2017? It’s up to you to spread the word.
It’s a 5-Star book on Amazon.com, with the art work for picture map illustrations provided by our friend Mya Campbell who was 8-years-old at the time.
To celebrate, we are giving away a pawtographed copy. All you have to do is leave a comment below to enter.
In case you’re new to our blog and don’t know about FINDING MYA , here’s what the story is all about:
Eight-year-old Mya has a magical relationship with her grandma’s foster kitten, Herman. They can talk to each other. Not with words. With tickle thoughts! They plan to live together, but then the worst happens. Mya’s vacation ends and Herman is given to a woman whose dog treats cats like chew toys. He escapes danger, but the road to finding Mya is scary and tough. She promised to leave picture-maps along the way to her home. All Herman has to do is follow them and he will live Happily Ever After in her arms. It’s a wonderful plan. Too bad it goes wrong right from the start.
Here’s a scene from a chapter called DUMPSTER DIVING where raccoon brothers Danny and Huck teach me how to find food cuz I was starving.
Herman shivered inside a hollow, dead log. One lousy beetle. That’s all he’d eaten in the two days since the weather had turned bitter-cold.
Nor had he found any of Mya’s picture-maps, making him worry that she had changed her mind about him living Happily Ever After with her.
He’d be a goner if she didn’t want him. Never to be cuddled. Never to be fed tuna noms. Never to find his missing purr. As his empty tummy tied itself into knots, he began to sob.
“You okay there, pallie boy?” A raccoon peeked in at him. Read More
Today, June 22nd, Belle @Frankencat1 and I, Herman @TattleCat celebrate our 4th anniversary. Thanks to the phenomenally talented @DanaPixie, we had the wedding of our dreams at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, Michigan–complete with a Cast of Thousands,
Seriously. Thousands. We refused to leave any of our bestest pals out of the wedding pawty. It holds the record for the largest wedding @DanaPixie ever created. Thank you, Dana, so much for the memories.
Join me in looking back on that truly Wonderpurr day on June 22, 2013 when I made my beautiful Belle my bride.
Gidget, Fussy, Bennie, Lou, Gromek and Fancy.
Our ceremony was Officiated by @DanaPixie & @FatherTazo
As Belle and I exchanged meows, JeffMusk presented our rings.
Belle’s pawrents, David and Karen, Belle, Me Herman, and my pawrents Kim and Ray.
Belle and I with our entire wedding pawty.
If you would like to see the entire wedding album, you are invited to click the invitation below that will take you to the album. When you get there, click on the first photo–it will enlarge–and then use the right arrow on the side of the photo to flip through our wedding album. Hope you enjoy!