It’s been 9 months since I rescued our baby (after vs before pics + story)
Long story short, I always wanted to adopt a grown cat, not a kitty. When I went to shelter to adopt a very beautiful, calm, adult tuxedo cat, shelter told me unfortunately our chosen cat had ran away. It was really unfortunate, considering it was a mistake on their hand. I remember going back home really sad, I wanted to adopt that tuxedo for weeks till that day. My mom, ever the angel, offered to bring me to a hair saloon to cheer me up same day.
Fortunately, after we chatted with the hair dresser about what happened, he told us it was our lucky day because just a week ago his friend found a stray outside, and didnt have the guts to give it to any shelter yet since it was a british shorthair, unspayed and the friend was scared someone would sell it/try to force-breed the cat and was looking for someone to adopt it before he decided on giving him away.
I wasnt sure at first, as I was very aganist buying a breed cat, considering the health issues and the demand of buying them creating dozens of unhealthy kitties.
Yet, I realized later on that, this baby was most likely thrown away. He had scars, was really skinny for a british shorthair, and had a tiny amount of energy to even walk. Plus, he was also fitting to my standarts; he was an adult, just very underdeveloped/skinny for a 1.5y cat.
I decided to adopt him. It was rough at first, we had to go to vet constantly for awhole month, he had calicivirus, diarhea and such. In the end, with good treatment and some time, he got better. Vet even stated that he would’ve died if he didnt have treatment a little longer. It was sad, but also made me happy to know it wasnt too late.
After all the treatments, I was really inlove with him, even if he made a huge drama over me giving him his meds. Yet, he never tried to stratch or bite me, just cute, dramatic meows. I had never met a more gentle soul. He was trusting, very trusting. I assumed it was because most likely he was a house cat before. Yet, I noticed later on that he was scared of others so much. Maybe, he understood I’d never harm him after everything we did together, who knows.
Unfortunately, after two months I had little to no time to properly care for him thanks to my university, my mental health wasnt that good either due my studies. So, I decided he needed a home where he had so much more attention, proper care and so much love. In the end, I gave him to my dad(a major cat lover who grew up with cats/looked for a kitty yet luck was never with him either.)
He is now at my dad’s place, he is totally inlove with him so is his wife. Our beloved Orion had gained weight, is going to vet check ups regulary, and became a very lovely, playful and cocky boy. Even if I didnt keep him as mine, Im really glad I found him, made sure he got better, and gave him to a home he is truly welcome and comfortable at. Im not his owner yes, but being his foster parent for a small amount of time was truly beautiful.
Well, I also can go see him anytime I want so, its a win-win.
I love him so much, and Im so glad to share how far he was come and his story here.
Sometimes, its really not about what you choose, but what crosses your path.