That's me, on the new shelf that was installed so I can more easily access the cool white cat shelves.
Here I am on the shelves back in September when they were first installed. I'm the only one who likes to climb on them, so far...
Six years ago I was rescued and we've sorta talked about this on the blog but have not divulged the entire story. So I've asked Z-Girl to help me craft this post.
Z-Girl: I remember being worried about you Manhattan. You had not come out for food for a week. It was February 2010, and I had been helping Aunt Nat feed you and your buddy Black Jack for about 5 months.
Manhattan: I was not able to come out to get my food. There were about 4 or 5 other kitties in the colony and I was the youngest. For those who have to fight to survive there is often a sacrifice that's made. And because I was small and unaware of the ways of the street, the circle decided that I would be given up as food for the predator attacking the colony.
Z-Girl: We didn't know what was going on but we had a sense that it wasn't favorable. I asked the Super of my building to keep his eye out for you. He stopped me on a Monday and said that he heard a cat howling under the building (his office was directly over the entrance to the sub-basement). Immediately I knew that you were in danger. Aunt Nat agreed and we put a plan into place to locate you.
Manhattan: I was injured. And very hungry.
Z-Girl: Thursday of that week Aunt Nat put on her Cat Saving uniform and together with the Super at 150, entered the damp and muddy basement of the building. I received a call just as I was leaving work: "Laura, we found her! She's hurt but she's here!" It was Jerome calling--he was with Natalie. I arrived about an hour later to find Aunt Nat negotiating with you to go into a kitty carry box.
Manhattan: I was telling her how hungry I was and that I was uncomfortable. But I was more afraid of that box!
Z-Girl: You had one visible injury on your side. We were determined not to leave you there one more day, but had to secure a trap and anchovies. With our mission defined, the three of us agreed to meet again 2 hours later to put The Manhattan Project into action.
Manhattan: I didn't make it easy. I wouldn't go in the trap. Not even for the anchovies. Then Aunt Nat put the fish on a piece of cardboard and it looked like it wasn't in the trap. With all the other cats watching us I finally gave in to the food.
Z-Girl: You left out the part where you ran to a different part of the basement, causing us to have to crawl on our bellies to get to you. Remember?
Manhattan: Oh, yea. I remember. I said I didn't make it easy.
Z-Girl: Aunt Nat had to rig the trap so that you were at the entrance then kicked the cage over. You fell backwards and the door shut.
Manhattan: I was very scared.
At the emergency vet, February 2010
Z-Girl: We took you to the emergency vet who told us you were bouncing off the walls. Not figuratively either. She asked for permission to sedate you in order to conduct an examination. I stayed for a few hours, until they were able to flush the wound and administer some medication. They didn't want to keep you overnight but we convinced them you had to stay.
The next evening, we moved you to a local vet hospital. The attending vet made another discovery: a second wound.
Manhattan: This is the one that almost ended my life, right?
Z-Girl: Yes! It was a bite wound that went through your whole body. I was in shock and so grateful that Dr. M was able to diagnose the full extent of your injuries. She planned to do emergency surgery Saturday morning.
I waited anxiously for the call about your status that morning. When the Dr. called and said, "Manhattan is out of surgery and resting comfortably," I started to cry! I was relieved. She told me that the bite was significant but luckily none of your organs were impacted.
Manhattan: Then they put me in a cage with a hot water bottle and lots of tubes, right?
Z-Girl: That's right! And I brought a blanket, a tee shirt that smelled like Coco, Valentina and me along with a soft Piglet to keep you snuggly in the cage.
Manhattan: I didn't like that cage.
Z-Girl: Because the life saving surgery took a little longer than expected, Dr. M was not able to spay you at the same time. She did so a few days later. You were there for a total of 10 days!
Z-Girl came to sit with me every evening after work, and again on the weekends. She brought treats and worked on gaining my trust. I didn't like that stupid cone, either.
I remember when Aunt Nat and I picked you up and brought you home. We were overjoyed that you would finally be living with me.
Manhattan: Coco wasn't happy.
Z-Girl: No, she was really unhappy as a matter of fact. For safety purposes I put you in the bathroom to recover. And in the middle of the night you would howl. Thankfully you allowed me to pet and comfort you.
All stitched up and recovering in the Warehouse bathroom, late February/early March 2010.
I was happy to see Coco, though. And Valentina. Seeing kitties in the apartment helped me to feel even more secure that things were going to be okay.
Z-Girl: You recovered well and simultaneously adjusted to life as an indoor kitty. The TV, the dishwasher and the phone ringing startled you for about two weeks and then you were fine. To my delight you followed me when I came home from work. You swished at my feet so I would pick you up for a quick snuggle.
Manhattan: And now, I snuggle often, right?
Z-Girl: Every day. And every day I tell you how happy I am that I don't have to search for you in the inclement weather, or worry that you are under siege by another animal. After all, I had fallen in love with you the first time I ever saw you...
Manhattan: I am glad we shared my story. Maybe someone will be inspired to rescue a kitty in need. Do you think, Z-Girl?
Z-Girl: Yes. I've had a few friends who have adopted a rescue kitty or two, citing our story. It's encouraging.
Manhattan: Then our work is done!
This is Manhattan, over and out.
Muddy shoes and clothes after the rescue. February 2010