Lydia was adopted on August 8, 2010 from the Montgomery County MD Humane Society.
At the beginning of 2010, I started feeding a black and white cat that was hanging around our house. A neighbor told me the owners of the cat (she called Rufus) lived across the street in a drug house. The cat disappeared when these renters moved out. My neighbor told the cat owners, before they moved, that she would take Rufus if they didn’t want to take care of her any more.
At the end of July, a girl who had lived in the drug house called my neighbor and asked her if she would still take Rufus plus her three surviving kittens? My neighbor said yes. Because our neighbor was in the process of moving and had a sick cat, she took Rufus and her three kittens to the Human Society.
I knew the three kittens would get adopted, but I was worried about Rufus. Two weeks went by and I called to see if Rufus had been adopted. They said no, so Mary Kay and I went to the Humane Society to adopt her.
Rufus was put in a room for sick cats since she had an upper respiratory infection. One employee told us that Rufus was very depressed and seemed to have given up. Rufus did look bad. I didn’t recognize her. She was thin and didn’t even acknowledge us when she was taken out of her cage.
We filled out the adoption paperwork. The employee asked us if we wanted the express adoption. We didn’t know what it was, but we said yes. They reviewed our application and approved us on the spot.
We took Rufus home that day. She was put in a cardboard cat carrier and chewed on it the whole way home.
First, we changed Rufus’s name to Lydia. Second, we separated her from our cats. Lydia was still sick and needed to recuperate and get used to her new surroundings. Lydia slept a lot, but didn’t seem to improve much. We took her to the Norbeck Animal Clinic. The vet gave Lydia a shot and said her infection should clear up in a week or two, at which time she could be spayed. Lydia did improve and she got spayed. After recuperating from her spay, I let her out of her cage.
Lydia was small, but not intimidated by our cats. She would put her face right in theirs and chase after them. None of the cats hissed at Lydia. They were either shocked by her boldness or knew she was still a kitten. She went after anything that moved. She’d go crazy over cat balls.
Her favorite pastimes are eating and playing. Her favorite place is a bedroom chair. She spends 75% of her time upstairs and occasionally comes downstairs to play with the cat water fountain or look out one of the windows.
Lydia has really helped our other cats become active. They play more and become interested in cat toys they used to ignore. Lydia acts like she has lived in our house a lot longer than the short 8 months she has lived with us.
At the beginning of 2010, I started feeding a black and white cat that was hanging around our house. A neighbor told me the owners of the cat (she called Rufus) lived across the street in a drug house. The cat disappeared when these renters moved out. My neighbor told the cat owners, before they moved, that she would take Rufus if they didn’t want to take care of her any more.
At the end of July, a girl who had lived in the drug house called my neighbor and asked her if she would still take Rufus plus her three surviving kittens? My neighbor said yes. Because our neighbor was in the process of moving and had a sick cat, she took Rufus and her three kittens to the Human Society.
I knew the three kittens would get adopted, but I was worried about Rufus. Two weeks went by and I called to see if Rufus had been adopted. They said no, so Mary Kay and I went to the Humane Society to adopt her.
Rufus was put in a room for sick cats since she had an upper respiratory infection. One employee told us that Rufus was very depressed and seemed to have given up. Rufus did look bad. I didn’t recognize her. She was thin and didn’t even acknowledge us when she was taken out of her cage.
We filled out the adoption paperwork. The employee asked us if we wanted the express adoption. We didn’t know what it was, but we said yes. They reviewed our application and approved us on the spot.
We took Rufus home that day. She was put in a cardboard cat carrier and chewed on it the whole way home.
First, we changed Rufus’s name to Lydia. Second, we separated her from our cats. Lydia was still sick and needed to recuperate and get used to her new surroundings. Lydia slept a lot, but didn’t seem to improve much. We took her to the Norbeck Animal Clinic. The vet gave Lydia a shot and said her infection should clear up in a week or two, at which time she could be spayed. Lydia did improve and she got spayed. After recuperating from her spay, I let her out of her cage.
Lydia was small, but not intimidated by our cats. She would put her face right in theirs and chase after them. None of the cats hissed at Lydia. They were either shocked by her boldness or knew she was still a kitten. She went after anything that moved. She’d go crazy over cat balls.
Her favorite pastimes are eating and playing. Her favorite place is a bedroom chair. She spends 75% of her time upstairs and occasionally comes downstairs to play with the cat water fountain or look out one of the windows.
Lydia has really helped our other cats become active. They play more and become interested in cat toys they used to ignore. Lydia acts like she has lived in our house a lot longer than the short 8 months she has lived with us.
