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My name is Enid -- Enid from Oklahoma. You should also know that my foster family calls me their tiny tornado because they say I leave a path of destruction wherever I go. They talk about that a lot, so I’m pretty sure I’m really good at this destruction thing. They also say I’m a little miracle. You see, when I was found in Oklahoma, my rear legs weren’t working one bit and I couldn’t get around. They say I must have had one heck of a guardian angel watching over me. I sure did.
A sweet lady at the shelter took me in and reached out to this rescue in Wisconsin. A rescue that loves cats just like me, ones that might need a bit of extra special love and care. After getting some advice from them, I had to stay on cage rest for a while and take some anti-inflammatories. It wasn’t so bad. It’s not like I could go anywhere anyway.
And after a while, man, did I have a surprise for them. Yep, that’s right. I started to regain strength in my legs and started to walk a bit. By this point, these people were so darn impressed with me, they gathered a bunch of folks to drive me all the way to Wisconsin -- people that didn’t even know me. Nine different ladies drove stretches of this trip. They all said how pretty and well-behaved I was. Oh, they just loved me. Now I definitely knew I was a pretty big deal.
When I got to my foster home, I showed them all my latest moves, which was basically me doing the zoomies. You should have seen their faces. They also got to check out my very special hair style -- I have a big, beautiful cowlick. They went on and on about how special that was because they’d never seen one on a kitten before. Imagine my excitement, showing off to my new friends like that.
These days my life is going great. I run and play hard like any other kitten. I love soft food and treats, playing with toys, chasing wands, climbing — yep, you read that right — and I’m super good at making my foster family laugh. I have a favorite feather that I love, love, love to play with. My mom calls it my emotional support feather because I like to keep it near me.
And even though I’m so thankful my legs all work again, I do have to be expressed four times a days because I never could get my little bladder to work on its own. Stubborn little bugger, that bladder of mine. My mom says it's no big deal really, she just calls it 'Squeezing the Enid' time. A couple squeezes to empty my tank and I’m all good. I even give her kisses after. She loves that part.
So, between my cowlick and previous rear paralysis, the vets say I most likely have spina bifida as opposed to having had a spinal injury. I may never pee or poop like a regular kitten. Other than being incontinent, I’m just like any other kitten. But because of it, I’m an extra special kitten and my foster mom said she has to find me the very best home. She said I take up a lot of space in her heart and she’ll find people who love me just as much as she does.
So friends, if you’re interested in adopting me, please let my foster mom know. She’ll probably want to ask you lots of questions and tell you funny stories about me. She talks about me a lot.
Well, I better sign off now, friends. I just got some new toys that I have to try out and my foster mom is looking for me. She’s probably worried I’m off doing my destruction thing again.
Your friend-
Enid from Oklahoma
Dear friends-
My name is Enid -- Enid from Oklahoma. You should also know that my foster family calls me their tiny tornado because they say I leave a path of destruction wherever I go. They talk about that a lot, so I’m pretty sure I’m really good at this destruction thing. They also say I’m a little miracle. You see, when I was found in Oklahoma, my rear legs weren’t working one bit and I couldn’t get around. They say I must have had one heck of a guardian angel watching over me. I sure did.
A sweet lady at the shelter took me in and reached out to this rescue in Wisconsin. A rescue that loves cats just like me, ones that might need a bit of extra special love and care. After getting some advice from them, I had to stay on cage rest for a while and take some anti-inflammatories. It wasn’t so bad. It’s not like I could go anywhere anyway.
And after a while, man, did I have a surprise for them. Yep, that’s right. I started to regain strength in my legs and started to walk a bit. By this point, these people were so darn impressed with me, they gathered a bunch of folks to drive me all the way to Wisconsin -- people that didn’t even know me. Nine different ladies drove stretches of this trip. They all said how pretty and well-behaved I was. Oh, they just loved me. Now I definitely knew I was a pretty big deal.
When I got to my foster home, I showed them all my latest moves, which was basically me doing the zoomies. You should have seen their faces. They also got to check out my very special hair style -- I have a big, beautiful cowlick. They went on and on about how special that was because they’d never seen one on a kitten before. Imagine my excitement, showing off to my new friends like that.
These days my life is going great. I run and play hard like any other kitten. I love soft food and treats, playing with toys, chasing wands, climbing — yep, you read that right — and I’m super good at making my foster family laugh. I have a favorite feather that I love, love, love to play with. My mom calls it my emotional support feather because I like to keep it near me.
And even though I’m so thankful my legs all work again, I do have to be expressed four times a days because I never could get my little bladder to work on its own. Stubborn little bugger, that bladder of mine. My mom says it's no big deal really, she just calls it 'Squeezing the Enid' time. A couple squeezes to empty my tank and I’m all good. I even give her kisses after. She loves that part.
So, between my cowlick and previous rear paralysis, the vets say I most likely have spina bifida as opposed to having had a spinal injury. I may never pee or poop like a regular kitten. Other than being incontinent, I’m just like any other kitten. But because of it, I’m an extra special kitten and my foster mom said she has to find me the very best home. She said I take up a lot of space in her heart and she’ll find people who love me just as much as she does.
So friends, if you’re interested in adopting me, please let my foster mom know. She’ll probably want to ask you lots of questions and tell you funny stories about me. She talks about me a lot.
Well, I better sign off now, friends. I just got some new toys that I have to try out and my foster mom is looking for me. She’s probably worried I’m off doing my destruction thing again.
Misfit Felines Inc is a foster based 501(c)3 rescue. All of our cats are in foster homes. The first step in the adoption process is to submit an application.
Misfit Felines Inc is a foster based 501(c)3 rescue. All of our cats are in foster homes. The first step in the adoption process is to submit an application.
Misfit Felines is a nonprofit rescue and advocacy group whose goal is to help at-risk felines and reduce the homeless cat population. Our fosters provide a safe place for the unwanted, the special needs, the feral, the motherless, the sick, and the strange.
Misfit Felines is a nonprofit rescue and advocacy group whose goal is to help at-risk felines and reduce the homeless cat population. Our fosters provide a safe place for the unwanted, the special needs, the feral, the motherless, the sick, and the strange.
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