Lisa's Thoughts How I picked a hitchhiker

February 1, 2008

I was at Richardson Park in Eugene for 2 weeks in September, and when I was leaving, pulled into the Dump Station.  This sickly little thing came out of the woods and started lapping up the spilled waste water.  Eewww!  I put out fresh water and some cat food and she purred and rubbed against me, obviously no feral.  It really appalls me to wonder how long she'd been doing that to every one without someone doing something.  Well, of course, I couldn't drive off and leave her.

I thought she was a kitten who could easily get a new home, and was going by a no-kill shelter so figured I could give them to her when she got better.  Nope.  They wouldn't even let me foster her on their behalf.  When I took her to the vet, I learned she wasn't a kitten after all.  Although only weighing 4 1/2 pounds, she was 8-12 months old and had been through a heat already.

She's still tiny, although up to about 6 pounds when she got spayed.  But she looks so much like a Maine Coon that I'm calling her a Munchcoon.  I'm guessing malnutrition stunted her growth because she really is tiny.  But she keeps getting bushier by the day. (See her looking gorgeous in the Gallery)