I work in a veterinary clinic that also works closely with a local no-kill shelter. Willy was brought to us as a tiny kitten to be euthanized because he was blind and they felt he was un-adoptable. As the doctor and I watched this little beastie that looked more like a tiny spider monkey than a kitten take charge of our clinic, we looked at each other and said "we can't kill this kitten - there's nothing wrong with him except he's blind - and he doesn't know that." Willy became our clinic cat.
When Thanksgiving rolled around, we were full for boarding, so I volunteered to have Willy come home with me for the holiday - he was about 4 months old at the time. By day three, my husband was in love with him and asked "would it really hurt us to have another cat?". We were just recovering from a very bad cat year - we had gone from 8 cats to two in the space of about 14 months (all age related issues - that's what happens when you get most of your cats at the same time...) of course I said "No...of course it wouldn't hurt us." Willy stayed. He has 3 brothers named Finn, Henry and Arizona and he makes us laugh on a daily basis.
Portland, OR
