From Her Rescuer
In the summer of 2009, one of our feral colony caregivers contacted me regarding a new cat that had apparently been dumped at the colony site. She had trapped the kitty and had it spayed and vaccinated, but she was very concerned about kitty’s health and ability to protect herself from other cats. She could not run or jump like the other cats because something was wrong with her claws and she seemed to have trouble eating.
I visited the colony with the intention of just taking a look at this cat, but I came home with her that day. As soon as I saw her, I knew there was no way she could survive there. She looked like her legs had never grown to full length and her claws were growing out of the top of her paws and her teeth were not lined up properly.
During a visit to Dr. Cole, it was clear that her claws were fused together and her mouth was somewhat deformed. She was very small for her age, having extremely short legs. She also tested positive for feline leukemia. Although she was trying to be feral, she just did a “poor” job at it. I knew she deserved a “special” home for her special needs. She was begging to be loved.
From Her Mom
Mina is the name Piramina was given when rescued; since I had a Mina at the time I added Pira in honor of her vampire-like teeth. She came home with me because she’d tested feline leukemia positive. She was not quite tame, letting me pet her when she was confined, but steering clear of me when she was given the run of the house. She settled on a cat bed under the TV as her favorite place. I started reaching down, not showing her my face, just my hand – and soon she let me pet her regularly. It was no time, then, before she became my little cuddle-baby. “Pira,” I’d call, and she’d answer me with her sweet little meow. Or come skittering across the room to me, with her permanent little head-tilt and short legs giving her a running style all her own. She loved to sleep with me, under the covers, and she would come into the bedroom and announce that she needed to be picked up and put in bed.
After a number of healthy months she began to lose weight, no matter how much she ate. Feline leukemia was beginning to take its toll. I started taking her to our monthly clinics to see all her admirers and to get her claws clipped, ears cleaned and once for a bath. Several days after her last clinic visit I called her and she didn’t answer. I went from room to room calling her name. Silence. She had crawled behind some furniture and found a quiet place to die.
Pira was beautiful despite her deformities, with a sweet gentle personality that immediately caught the heart of anyone who met her. She has left indelible paw-prints on my heart and I miss my little Pira-girl.