How We Met

My cat Sandy died in December (2011) and by spring I was ready for another furbaby. I went to a Petco Adoption Event and was about to take home a fluffy grey kitty, but they discovered at the last second, that she had bloody diarrhea. The foster lady took her to the vet, and called me that night suggesting I go to a place called Feline Rescue Inc. to get a kitty. I had volunteered there before and I knew their policy, they won't adopt a cat out to anyone that would declaw the cat. Unfortunately the building where I live insists that I declaw. I checked on Petfinder, and they had 8 cats already declawed! I went and checked out Jezzy (I renamed him Mojo) he was cute, but kinda nippy. The shelter needed to check with the apartment manager to make sure I could have a cat, so I had to wait for a few days. The day we picked him up, he bit my Mom. Turns out she got cellulosis. but he climbed right into the carrier! I knew then that he was definitely my cat! Turns out that Mojo's former owners dumped him at a farm and he lived there for awhile (declawed cat on a farm?)