When our older cat died, our younger cat was despondent. We decided she needed a new companion and went to the Humane Society shelter. Meriwether, as we would rename her, was at the shelter, recently rescued at a local high school after falling into a container of diesel. She'd been bathed within an inch of her life but still had a few shaved spots from matted hair.
Shortly after coming home with us, Meri developed a bad kitty cold. We weren't sure she'd survive, but my husband force-fed her and got antibiotics down her for a week. When she recovered, she truly recovered. She turned into the most energetic kitten we'd ever seen. We went from not being sure Meri would live to not being sure she would fit in with the household. I feel silly now for ever wondering such a thing.
Meri still has bursts of energy, but she is also the happiest, most loving kitty I've ever known. She loves to cuddle when it's cold, hangs out with me constantly, and is always ready to play with her sister kitty, who has finally accepted her, too.
Chapel Hill, NC
