"Junior *WHA*??"



I consider this to be my rescue story but really, it was a joint effort between my then pet sitter and me.

I was still grieving from the death of my first cat, Loretta, who I had to put down due to cancer. I knew Prince Charming needed a playmate, though, so I started thinking about another cat.

My pet sitter, Kathy, called me one day and asked me if I was considering getting a cat again and I said that actually, I was. She said she rescued a cat from a former client of hers and she really wanted him to find a good home. I asked her for his story.

One of her clients was moving to California (we live in Louisiana) and asked her to come feed their cat, Junior, while they moved to California. After they got there and moved in, they'd come back for him. While she thought that was suspicious, she agreed, of course.

After they'd been gone about two weeks, the pay for the visits stopped. About the same time, there was someone who had come to the house to do some work, evidently, and let Junior out. Kathy kept leaving food out, which was getting eaten, but she had a hard time finding him.

Eventually, she managed to be there at the right time when he was eating and he let her pick him up and bring him home. She had considered keeping him, but she had a house full already, so when I said I was looking for another cat, she brought this BIG boy over to see me.

He was so timid, he hid his face the whole time he was at the house. I told Kathy to leave him and I'd let her know how it went. She agreed to

to put down due to cancer. I knew Prince Charming needed a playmate, though, so I started thinking about another cat.

My pet sitter, Kathy, called me one day and asked me if I was considering getting a cat again and I said that actually, I was. She said she rescued a cat from a former client of hers and she really wanted him to find a good home. I asked her for his story.

One of her clients was moving to California (we live in Louisiana) and asked her to come feed their cat, Junior, while they moved to California. After they got there and moved in, they'd come back for him. While she thought that was suspicious, she agreed, of course.

After they'd been gone about two weeks, the pay for the visits stopped. About the same time, there was someone who had come to the house to do some work, evidently, and let Junior out. Kathy kept leaving food out, which was getting eaten, but she had a hard time finding him.

Eventually, she managed to be there at the right time when he was eating and he let her pick him up and bring him home. She had considered keeping him, but she had a house full already, so when I said I was looking for another cat, she brought this BIG boy over to see me.

He was so timid, he hid his face the whole time he was at the house. I told Kathy to leave him and I'd let her know how it went. She agreed to come get him at any point if he didn't work out, but of course, I got attached so quickly with this big butter ball, there was no way he was going to see anyone else.
The comical part of his name is he's a BIG kitty. This boy weighs about 22-23 pounds and has huge feet, but the voice of a tiny kitten. The first time one of my vets back home saw him, she asked "Junior *WHA*??"
Bruce Derouen



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