My sweet baby girl, Fig (aka; Figgy, Figster, Pig, Piggy, Spotto, Big White, Stinky, Freakus, etc.). She's an FIP survivor, and we think that the medication might have fried her brain a bit, because she's always been a little strange. We impulsively rescued her from a cat cafe in West Virginia on my birthday weekend in 2024 and hauled her back to PA to join the rest of our crew! We fell in love with her markings, especially the little "wings" on her back, and her shy but sweet demeanor. Also, her front legs are noticeably shorter than her back legs for some reason, likely genetic and/or due to inbreeding according to the vet.
Only 2 months after rescuing her, we discovered that she had severe wet FIP and we almost lost her several times. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to go through, but we knew she was a fighter! After multiple hospital stays, almost my entire savings account, and 3 months of daily subcutaneous injections, she made a miraculous recovery. Now, she's fat and happy lounging around in her favorite spots, including her frog bed, our screened in porch where she watches birds all day, or curled up next to my head every night.
We consider every day with her a bonus blessing, and we're still shocked that she made it this far after being on the brink of death on multiple occasions. Much to my husband's disappointment, she's definitely a mommy's girl! She loves headbutts and kisses and will scream for my attention if she thinks she's being ignored (impossible). She's not my first calico, but she's my soul kitty for sure. It's safe to say that we're obsessed with this adorable little weirdo!!