Five years ago Paws Inn Rescue was graced with the presence of Minimopsical. This special girl would like to take you through the journey that has been her life. Rather than have us tell the story for her, Minimopsical has found her own way of sharing it with you...........
My story starts on May 1st 2004, when I was born in a field in a pile of nettles under an old trailer. My cat meowmy escaped from a farm you see.
There was this lovely old lady who fed my cat meowmy, and she called Aunty Teresa, because the mean ol' farmer lady found us and told the old lady that she was going to drown us in a bucket! Off went the farmer lady for her bucket, and before a HUGE tragedy could befall us Aunty Teresa rescued me and my three siblings and took us to live at Paws Inn.
My cat meowmy had hardly any milk and I was very weak. I weighed all of 2 ounces then and if it hadn't been for Aunty Teresa, well I wouldn't have made it.
Aunty Teresa fed us all through syringes, but for me this was very difficult. I kept having little spasms you see.
Aunty Teresa fed me every two hours day and night and would talk to me, telling me stories so that she could keep awake. She was so tired, that one night she called me Minimopsical by mistake. The name stuck and I liked it so much no one is allowed to shorten it!
When I was about 3 weeks old, I began to thrive. Aunty Teresa had weaned me onto kitten food, and I guess that's what saved my life. I tried to walk around a bit by this time, but I kept falling over. I could do somersaults and back flips like a trapeze artist too!
My cat meowmy and siblings soon found homes and I remained at Paws Inn. It was after a few visits to the man-with-needles that my new Meowmy (Aunty Teresa) was told that I had severe Cerebral Hypoplasia and that I would not survive long.
Off we went back to the Inn back to a lovely white cat named Snowball who used to play with me all the time. She washed me and taught me how to be a lady. She would play with me in my castle and just, well, look after me I guess.
Then came the day that Snowball was adopted by Aunty Gail and I thought I would be alone forever.
When I was 10 months old I had a stroke of some kind. I became blind and totally paralyzed. The man-with-needles said that it was best to make me sleep forever, but Meowmy said "No!". She insisted I get steroids and then took me home. After about 2 days I regained my sight and one week later I was back to my somersaulting self!
So I can walk, but I fall over a great deal. One step, two steps, then whoops!... I get up again. Mealtimes are a bit messy since I can only pick at my food like a pigeon and it can fly everywhere especially when I fall into the food.
I have a special tray lined with training pads to help me... well... (whisper) piddle and poop! Meowmy helps me to clean up because I have to lay on my side to... well... you know! I can't use a regular tray with litter... well you can imagine what happens there when I somersault can't you?!
Paws Inn is always busy with cats in and out, and being alone has not been a problem for me. Sometimes I like being alone!
I soon realised that I had a lot to teach all the new residents. I helped little Peg who had to have her leg amputated and needed a meowmy so I stepped in. I help calm the feral kittens and show them all my tricks and most important, how lovely humans can be. I also helped Rosey who lost her leg after a collar injury.
And of course I survived Estella. Estella the bengal who never stopped. I figure if I can handle Estella, I can take care of any babies needing help!
I have been to the man-with-needles lots recently as I am having trouble with my teeth and kidneys. You see, I don't make enough saliva to clean my teeth. I have to have a dental, but they have to make me sleep for a bit when they do this, so the man-with-needles is a bit worried it will be too dangerous for me. So I get pills and toothpaste instead... yuck!
My kidneys are suffering due to all the muscle spasms I get and erm.. something about my body making extra chemicals to cope and my kidneys are overworking themselves.
I am feeling fine at the moment and to be honest, I think I have only used up 2 of my lives!
Apart from the visits to the man-with-needles, I need lots of those puppy pads (actually I call them Minimopsical pads... puppies do not come into it!), and I need the special care to help me live the rest of my 7 lives.
So this is my story, on the next page are lots of pics of me with my friends at Paws Inn and a few of well... just me!
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Hugs and back flips from Minimopsical x