:::::Tapping microphone::::: Testing!
:::: Clearing throat::::: Ahem! Hello again! Yes, it’s me again.
In case you don’t remember me, my name is Garfield. I am that gorgeous, charming and intelligent orange tabby cat who lives in Orange City, Florida.
I am a two-years-old and sadly, my front paws have already been de-knuckled. Guess who did this to me in spite of one of my guardian’s best human pals begging him not to do it? Instead, my human companion followed his “trusted “ veterinarian’s advice. He conned my guardian into agreeing with him that since I was an indoor-only cat; in order to prevent the furniture from being ruined and my accidentally scratching him, he made my guardian believe that it was safer for me (less anaesthetic), to have the procedure done at the same time I was neutered. Grrrrrrrr!
Obviously this veterinarian was just an insensitive man who didn’t know figs about cats. He simply didn’t inform my guardian about the horrific “side effects” that occur when cats undergo this unnecessary procedure. But I digress.
It’s been several months since I first introduced myself, so please bear with me for a moment while I remind you about my deplorable story.
I was feeling so down and out, insecure and hopeless this past February when my best friend, roommate and trusted guardian’s doctor ordered him to immediately find me a new home. Since my human pal was suffering from a serious obstructive pulmonary condition; at times he could hardly catch his breath. His doctor kept blaming me for aggravating his extremely poor health.
Apparently this doctor, whom my guardian also trusted, (a human who had no idea about the strong loving bond that develops between a cat and his guardian – and the emotional trauma that separating us would inevitably cause), he very reluctantly acquiesced to his advice. And since he wanted me placed in the best of homes, he asked me to write a little bit about myself and to reach to the many cat lovers who visit the PoC website for assistance. And I did – and you all listened and felt my extreme sorrow.
Although my guardian made several attempts on his own to rehome me, I believed his heart wasn’t into it. He didn’t take out ads in the “Penny Saver”, didn’t go to extremes, and although he hoped that someone from this charming cat-loving community would step up to the plate, his intention wasn’t strong enough to get the job done. I knew that in spite of his illness and discomfort, he didn’t want to get rid of me.
But now for a change I have good “mews” for y’all. My guardian has since defied his doctor’s orders. He has decided to keep me, and I now have that permanent loving home he hoped I would find. I can finally a breathe a sigh of relief knowing that my future is safe and secure.
However, I wonder if he will consider having my paws x-rayed! Wouldn’t that be fantastic? Just in case the surgery had been botched we would know it. After all, if they need to be repaired , let’s get on with it! And I hear-tell there’s a local vet who might very well consider doing it!
It’s celebration time! I just had to share this good news with y’all.
What do you think about this breaking mews? Let me know!
Photo Credit: Garfield’s Guardian
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