Meet My Girls
I have two cats, Freckles and Licorice. They are my girls, and I love them to death. Sadly, they will be stuck in the cab of a moving truck with me for about three days while I move to Kansas. Let's hope they make it without too much trouble.
Freckles is just over one year old. She's brain damaged, but don't let that fool you. I found her (and her brother) at about three weeks old when my sister said that there was a sick kitten in someone's yard down the street. We took them home, and fed them and took them to the vet because they weren't walking yet. Kittens are supposed to be totally walking at three weeks old.
The vet said that their cerebellums were under developed and they most likely won't walk. She said that she was unsure of the quality of life that they would have. She suggested that they be put down. My mother and I couldn't bear that thought so we gave ourselves a week to see if they improved. Sadly her brother (Tigger, we called him) wasn't doing so well, so we didn't meet the week deadline. We had to take him back to the vet. Freckles, however, was coming along nicely. She still wasn't walking, but she was getting stronger and healthier.
I brought her to California with me because we didn't have enough time to find a suitable home for her. I'm very glad we did, because she's a wonderful cat, despite being a bit agressive at times.
Licorice is about 5 1/2 years old. I adoped her from the Kansas Humane Society when she was 8 months old. I went into PetSmart and saw her realized that I NEEDED her. I went home, told my mom, and she helped me out.
She came to Illinois with me during my senior year of high school when I lived in an apartment with 4 other people. We then picked up a stray named Sinatra, who got along wonderfully with Licorice. She then moved back to Kansas for a couple of months while I planned my move to California. She's the coolest cat ever, even though she is a bit of a cry baby!
She loves her mice, and her feather stick. I have dubbed this the "dork stick", as she would rather play with the wrong end (the end without the feathers).
