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Sally's Story

I was soon to be moving to a different state and away from the wonderful clinic I worked at as a technician. A few weeks before I left, my office manager asked me to travel with her to help do a major hospital cleaning and staff change at our sister clinic that was struggling to stay in business. I was reluctant to go at first, but she peeked my interest when she mentioned a "retarded" kitten that had lived there for several months.

When we arrived, I was shocked at the condition of the place. I found Sally in a dim, cold cage far in back of the clinic. She had lived there since she was about 2 months old, and now she was six months old. No one wanted her, and she had been put on the books for the third time for euthanasia. There wasn't enough room for her to maneuver in the cage, and her side had stool smeared on it. I gently picked her up, and gave her a warm bath. She was so sweet and helpless, that I had to find out more. There was no diagnosis in her incomplete medical records, so it took me some time before I found out that she had CH from Panleukopenia. She also suffered from loose stool, which I later found out was due to being given too many antibiotics for too long.

This was no life for a little kitten. Kittens should be playing with toys, and have people begging to hold them all the time. And as far as I was concerned, there was no reason to put her to sleep. So I decided that at the end of the week that Sally was leaving with me. My office manager was very supportive, and we decided to take Sally off all medications and prescription diets and put her on just a plain great diet. We took her back, and she stayed at the clinic I worked at for two weeks while I left for my honeymoon. During those two weeks I had arranged for cat owners I trusted to come visit Sally and consider adopting her. I was not sure if Sally was meant to be my cat yet, and my husband was nervous about taking on a special needs pet. So we prayed that God would make it perfectly clear to us. If Sally had not been adopted by the time we returned from our honeymoon, then she was to be our cat.

We picked Sally up two weeks later in our U-haul and drove to our new home. That is how my first kitty, Scotch, met Sally. They bonded right away, because Scotch is the biggest sweetheart.

A few days later Sally was so excited. She had learned to run for the first time in her life. She raced up and down the hall, bumping into walls, and turning unintentional summersaults. It was so cute. Soon after she learned how to climb onto things. After climbing onto the couch, she would sit there looking extremely proud of herself.

My husband and I now laugh about him not wanting to adopt Sally. Sally is now his little girl. If I pick Sally up, she will usually throw an attitude. But when my husband picks her up, she is instantly purring. But that's okay, because Scotch is his mommy's baby, so I still feel special.

Sally also has no fear of dogs. She and my dog got along great after Sally made it clear that she was the boss and Elke must obey or else. At the next clinic I worked at, they let us bring our dogs in and have them all leashed in a corner together on their blankets. One day I brought Sally in for her vaccine. She was very upset with being in a cage, so I put on her harness and leashed her up with Elke and the other technician's dogs. I came back into the room a few minutes later to a startling sight. Sally was relaxing right in the middle of the fluffiest blanket. All three dogs were pressed tightly in the corner as far away from her as possible. That's a tortie for you! Brian and Kathleen

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