...meet Paul. Well, technically, now that we have more information about her she is Paul(ette). Paul was named in part from a random family guy skit and in part from a Beatle.
She was found on the front step, soaked, dirty, starving and mute. We took her in and looked after her, took her to the vet and cleaned her up. She is doing much better now and has a home that I am sure she will be happy in. She is putting on weight, using the litter box, cleaning herself and sleeping without nightmares :) Still mute though (Hence the Ninja Stealth).
Everyone who has met Paul has fallen for her loving demeanor and steady good nature. She has defied the circumstances and come around a great deal in her health and growth as a cat in general.
I have been given some grief about the whole concept of keeping a cat that has so many set-backs; the weight loss, voice loss, problems toilet training, and the obvious dislocation of her back leg. But I can honestly say I can't see their point of view. Paul has just as much right to love and care as a new kitten. And, just because she is not as convenient as a new kitten right at this very moment doesn't mean that she is never going to be that way. I want her to have a chance, so I have ignored all of the "suggestions" to give her to human services or to have her put down, and I can also say that the people who provided that as a suggestion I don't quite feel the same about. A person, in my opinion, can't claim to be an animal lover if they only love animals that are perfect - it is the ones who are down and out that need the most love.
When she is adopted by my co-worker I will miss her terribly, but I will also be happy that she has a home that is willing to take in a "busted" cat rather than taking the easy route of getting a new kitten.
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