Friday, January 31, 2014
In the beginning there were two kitties...
In the beginning there were two cats, George and Loulou, rescued at the age of two years old from an owner who no longer wanted them and apparently hadn't cared much for them. For the next seven years, that was it, just the two cats. Any other cats we rescued along the way (we lived in Dubai where there were a lot of strays in need of assistance) were rehabilitated and quickly rehomed. Until we found Mini Me, the tiniest kitten, running around in a parking lot. We brought her home, covered in ticks and bald spots, half-heartedly tried to find her a home and ended up keeping her. Ditto Jeffrey whom we found in the same circumstances (but a lot sicker) as Mini Me a year later.
And then we moved from Dubai to Los Angeles and brought them all with us. It was one of my most stressful moments ever but they all made it in one piece, if a little bewildered and irritated with the whole palaver. Sadly, two years later we lost our beloved Jeffrey to kidney failure and, a year after that, our wonderful Loulou to old age. Of course two others were sent our way in due course. Both were "out of time" and due to be euthanised at one of Los Angeles' notorious high-kill shelters, so now we have Magnus who is FIV positive and Millie who was, apparently "too old" at the age of 12 years, to be rehomed.