I am the cat you saw on Savannah’s blog for Sunday Selfie. Bet you are all curious how she came to know me, right?
This is the photo before I had Mom L apply some cool filters and whatnot. I was not having a fun time when she took this photo.
Savannah asked me to come back again as a guest so I can share my rescue story. Mom L was helping out as usual at the Kitchen Cat Clinic that Community Concern 4 Cats (CC4C) hosts almost every week in Miss Gemma’s kitchen. Doc Josie is a feline cat vet, retired, and she gives her veterinary skill and expertise to CC4C. I think that is pretty cool, don’t you?
One week ago today, I was the first cat to be placed in a carrier on the table. I was supposed to be patient number one that day. But, I had other thoughts about that so as soon as my rescue humans placed me and my carrier on the table, I began my low warning growl.
You know the one I mean don’t you? Cats and woofies alike have a special low growl to warn others that we aren’t comfortable. And kitties and woofies I can tell you I was totally not having a good feeling at that point in time.
Because my warning growl was pretty consistent, Doc Josie and Miss Gemma decided that my exam ought to be carried out at my vet appointment which was on the same day.
Now how did I come to be with those humans, in that carrier, at that cat clinic?
Let me tell you the story of my amazing rescue! I found myself sitting beside the off ramp of a busy freeway on a very hot day about a month ago.
There I was, sitting there near some shrubs, watching all those fast moving cars whiz off that freeway and down the ramp. I had no idea what I was going to do. I hadn’t had much to eat, no water and as I said, it was hot, hot, hot!
Then I saw a car go by, but not quite as fast as the others. I could tell the lady was saying “Is that a cat??!!” I wanted to jump up and down to let her know—YES!! I AM A CAT!! HELP ME!!
But that car was quickly gone. Bummer! But then I thought, “wait a minute, what if they are going to come back?” I started to worry that maybe they wouldn’t see me clearly again—hmmmm—then I realized that I ought to be on the other side of that busy freeway off ramp.
So, I hunkered down low to be able to see how much space between cars I might have, and it was not an encouraging site I can tell you. I paced a bit thinking about just how to make that dash for my life across that ramp.
Well, I realized I did have nine lives so maybe if I used up a couple getting across that would be ok. Next thing I knew, I was taking a great old big deep breff, I watched the cars a moment more and then ZZIIIIIIIPPPP! I ran for my life across the ramp and landed with a big kerplop on the other side.
Whew! I made it! I think I might have seen a couple of my nine lives thinking about taking off as I sailed under and through those cars. But they must have thought the better of it and those two lives stuck around to see what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, that same car came back and pulled off the ramp to the side where they saw me. YAY!!! They found me!! Now I had to let them know how much I really wanted to get out of there and go with them to be safe.
So the man, Mr David, came over to me but he stopped and seemed hesitant because I had my mouth open and I was panting. Well, you know I said it was hot, hot, hot, right? Add that to my dash for life across the ramp and you can bet I was panting!
Just to make Mr David feel appreciated, I started to weave in and out and around his legs. You know that trick, right? I kept doing that to let him know I was really a good kitty. He still wasn’t sure. Mr. David hollered over the traffic noise to his really nice wife, Miss Jan and asked what they should do. Miss Jan thought for a split second and then she made the decision to scoop me up in her arms and get me into their car!!! And Mr David jumped in too and we were off!!
I was safe!!!!!
There you have it everyone. The story of my rescue thanks to Miss Jan and Mr David. They took me home and set me up in their garage all nice and comfy. I couldn’t go inside because their resident cat who is sixteen years old, had never really been around other cats.
But then they worried I wouldn’t get exercise while they were working to find a rescue group to help them find a home for me. And they could tell that I was a mancat who had never been neutered. Probably my large size and handsome head gave me away, although they did take a couple of looks under my tail. Not sure for what though. Anyway, they knew I needed exercise so they went shopping just for me!
And this is how I came by the name of Super Cat!
Yes! I gave no resistance to getting into that harness and had no problem walking along on the leash. I was after all, safe!!
But I still did not have a forever home. So CC4C committed to help Miss Jan and Mr David find me an adopter. They became very close to me and wanted my home to be special. Mr David put my Super Cat photo on his Face Book page and on the Next Door Neighbor network. He and Miss Jan took me to a Petco and voila!! A nearby neighbor of theirs saw me on Face Book and she and her husband wanted me!! That’s right! This mancat who was tossed away on the side of a freeway off ramp now had a family that wanted him—ummm—I mean “me”.
As Savannah always says, I have a HAPPY TAILS ENDING!!
PAW WAVES, SUPER CAT
NEVER FORGET MOMMA KAT—still not adopted nor any of her five kittens, now six months old