After responding to a sick cat post on Facebook, I set out to meet up with strangers to see how I could help. My husband’s response was “you can’t save them all” to which I replied “but maybe I can save this one”! Out the door I went not knowing what I would find this time.
Nothing prepared me for the sad, skinny, half dead kitty that was curled up behind a dumpster. Without hesitation I scooped him up and put him in the cat carrier I had brought (just in case). Off we went to a friend’s house for a breathing treatment, subcutaneous fluids and antibiotics. In cat rescue, you are lucky to have such friends to go to for emergencies…
I named this poor kitty Murphy, since he was a ginger found a day before Saint Patrick’s Day. Soon I had Murphy cleaned up and comfortable in my Ohana for the night. He was a skinny thing only weighing 3.9 pounds and covered in scabs. Murphy had a deviated septum, a previously broken nose, had patches of missing fur and was barely able to walk and yet he would curl up in my lap and give kisses and purrs for hours.
After many vet visits and a lot of medicine, Murphy eventually gained significant weight and his wounds healed. He took no time in stealing hearts and was adopted. He is often referred to as “the best cat ever“ by anyone who meets him and he is spoiled rotten now living his best life.