TOASTY - toasted

On the 'strength' of this picture, we decided to adopt this kitten. Visually, so many unflattering traits are obvious.

For starters, his face is too pointed, I mostly have round-faced kitties.
What the picture doesn't show is his missing tail.  This poor boy, somehow doesn't even own a stump.  It's just not there.

He's not even a flattering colour, evenly distributed, but nothing spectacular.

So why did we decide to adopt him? Well, for starters, his siblings, all with tails, got adopted.  He was left behind.

Next - when I called to enquire about young kittens, he was offered as available.

So, aesthetics aside, we confirmed the adoption and picked him up 2 days later.

Whatever he lacks in looks, this little guy makes up for it in personality.  He's spunky - is like a battery pack, just charges up and goes at supersonic speed.  He's still suckling whatever he can get to, tee-shirts or just the palm of your hand....that's a clear indication of how young he must have been when he lost his mother.

Sad thing is, his tummy was bloated...and when he released that load, it was loose and scary

First thoughts were, lets see what's the next puddle of poo will be - and it was no better.  I let the foster know (of course) and they were willing to take him back.

NO.

I keep people updated, not because I'm intending to return the kitty.  The kitty isn't a thing.  This is not shopping for an item and then returning the defective item in a few hours.

He has everything going against him.

NO TAIL - why would I want to adopt him? - we are all not born perfect.
DIARRHEA - who knows what's going on, but we do not abandon the plan because the situation isn't perfect!

So TOASTY, that's his name, is now with the Vet.
He had his first CAMP yesterday, will be picking him up this evening.

The interesting thing is, we named him before he actually did a number on us.....so, names do matter.....in this case, TOASTY, is toasted, coz he spent his second night in a VET CAMP....


Toasty, our latest addition, to take the place of Pringles, came home with us on Sunday 11th Feb 2018 at 2 mths old.

Pringles is dying - end of an era

 This is probably the last straight shot of Pringles that I have
taken some 4 years ago.

Pringles has lived his life.
He's going home soon - any day now.

I looked back, since when we have multiple rescued cats, it's hard to ascertain their real age....well, looks like he's 12/13 years.

Of the many qualities that pets can have, Pringles has none....he's not friendly, he's not able to catch bugs, he sleeps where he isn't supposed to thereby leaving a mess of fur on the bed.....he can't fight for his territory, having allowed a stray ginger into the house one terrible day - and he stayed cowered in a corner.

But what he is a a walking potato....so it does matter what we name our pets....my son decided to name him Pringles and he ballooned over the years, like a potato.

We took him to the Vet last night....frankly, we knew that either way, he was going....but it's still worth a shot.  He was walking albeit slowly....

This started as a UTI and I guess, because of his age, became fatal.  He was still hydrated, but very uncomfortable.  Last night, I thought its best to at least keep him comfortable....so we lugged him to the Vet.

Today, we may lug him back but maybe not.  Question is, do we let him die at home or in a cold unfamiliar place.
Pringles, is not brave...was never a brave cat.
Home might be the best option for him.

This was him last night - he has lost a bit of weight....over the year....old age...that's the thing about strays, we never know.....they come with all kinds of pre-disposed situations....and mostly, we adopt them to keep them off the streets, and give him some resemblance of a decent cat life.

I will miss him....not for his warmth, but for his silliness.


UPDATE : 1313 hours
Pringles passed peacefully.