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Narley has been adopted! ; Another update; 6/1; post #25
I've been on the streets for so long that I can't even recall when I ever had a home. I'm not even sure of my age; I think maybe 5 or years old. I've lost my tail and a few teeth and I've got a lot of battle scars to show for all the street fights that I've been in, hence my name Narley, except that I spell it w/out the G. I really am pretty gnarley looking but life is tough on the streets for feral tom cats. At one point I was so sick w/an upper respiratory infection and a very bad case of ear mites. I was cold, hungry and just plain worn out and I was ready to give up. Luck was w/me one day, though, because I wandered up to an old house that is also a real estate office and I could smell good food and I knew there were other cats in there. The kind lady who works there took me in and gave me the first meal that I'd had in ages. Then she took me to her vet for tests, shots, neutering and treatment to get rid of my URI and ear mites.
The vet told the lady that I'm a flame point Siamese. I guess my blue eyes gave it away. Sounds pretty good, huh? Well, not so much. As it turns out, I tested positive for something called FIV and so humans are afraid to adopt me and a few vets said that I should be put to sleep. The kind lady and her rescuer friend don't want to give up on me, though, because I'm a good cat. All I want to do at this point in my life is sit in a sunny window. I even like to be brushed. It feels so good to enjoy the human touch. I went so long without it. But time is running out, I'm afraid, because my rescuers have been trying to find a furrever home for me for over a year now. The house where I've been staying is soon to be rented, in about 3 weeks actually, so there goes my sunny window. I guess it isn't dramatic to say that I need a miracle, some kind angel to give me a home. I play well w/others and I like humans, too, so no worries there.
If you have a home w/other FIV cats or even if you could take me in and let me have a room to myself so that I wouldn't have to be caged again, I would show you my appreciation w/purrs and head bumpies and lots of eye kisses and I'll sit on your lap and let you brush me til my coat is silky. Please. You're my last hope.
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He's been adopted by a wonderful family!
This is an incredible story. I've edited their email because it's quite long but their story is in the following info:
The couple are long haul truck drivers from Southeast Texas who are also Texas Animal Control Officers, and they are also a permanent home for special needs cats. They have adapted their truck to accommodate the cats. They have several who for various reasons do not travel with them and for those cats, they have a network of people who care for them in their home in their absence. For those who do travel with them, because they are a trucking team, one of them is generally awake while the other one of them medicates, plays with the cats and sleeps, and thus, these kitties have pretty much 24/7 monitoring. They have a pet sitter team they utilize both for those who do not travel with them and for their entire bunch when they vacation without them or do post disaster animal rescue.
They attended a seminar a while back at which an esteemed Doctor of Veterinary Medicine stated that FeLV and FIV cats NO LONGER need to be separated from the general populace as long as all of the cats are not fractious or tend to fight. There are also dietary supplements that can be given to minimize the risk of secondary infection, which claims the lives of most FeLV and FIV cats. They are willing to give these to Narley to boost his immune system. They take their responsibility to those in their care very seriously, as you can tell. They consider all their cats to be family members.
Narley will certainly not lack for love and affection or medical attention, regardless of where they are in the nation. They have developed a network of vets across the country through the years, and they don't hesitate to take any of their cats in to these vets (or call them for referrals should they be somewhere their vets aren't) if the need arises.
Their cats greeted Narley and began to groom him immediately. He hissed once and then was ok after that and now all is well. Can you in your wildest dreams imagine a happier ending for Narley or for any cat? What an amazing story and an even more amazing couple. (I've withheld their names.)
