Monday, March 21, 2011
Meet Sir Percy
I started seeing this little guy around when I got back from my winter travels. He'd hang out under people's cars, mostly. But I never saw him around the feeding stations, which made me curious. Then one evening, as I was walking towards the fitness center, I knelt down and called him over-- and he came. Yup, this adorable fuzzy is not the least bit feral-- he's clearly a dumped pet. Sure, he could belong to someone, I suppose, someone who lets him outside, but he's unfixed and had dried bits on his nose/eyes, and was diiiiiirty. He was also a bit cranky after I examined him a bit, and he hopped away from me that night.
Fast-foward a week or so, and as a guest and I were heading out the door to visit some nearby gardens, here was the kitty, sleeping on the landing-- the one opposite the food bowl. I really think that the ferals were keeping him from the food. He didn't protest as I scooped him up and took him to the kitten hatchery.
A few days later I got him his first checkup at the vet. He is FIV and Feline Leukemia negative. Happy dance!
A friend cared for him for me for a week as I traveled some more, but now I must seek a home for this lovable fuzzy. The vet says this guy is between 1 and 3 years old. He is the most loving cat ever-- he just drapes himself in your lap and starts purring. He even purred at the vet, just sprawling around, waiting for someone to love him. He's also talkative and will hold meowing conversations with you.
Please, please, please spread the word. I absolutely cannot keep him-- I ought not even foster him, but, well, see above re: soft heart.