Time to revive the thread.
So even though I live in the actual arctic of Canada, my wife and I have a small place in Mexico where we spend a few months every year. It’s not as extravagant as it sounds. But it’s ours and we like it.
Cats here have a hard life. Most things, including people do. Cats and dogs are regarded the same way as mice or rats in Canada or the U.S.
One time we found an amazing cat living in the roof of our palopa. Chika. She now lives with us in Northern Canada.
Our vet rescues cats; she had a mom and baby that were caught up in a flood and hurt and traumatized. Someone adopted the mom but for some reason nobody wanted the kitten. He does have PTSD but he is a sweetheart. We brought him back and he is living the good life in northern Canada with our daughter.
There was a beautiful little female cat here that bonded with me. I could be away for six or seven months and she would recognize me as soon as I showed up. We planned to take her back, brought a travel cage for her and everything. Two days before I got here ******** poisoned her. I was devastated.
Our vet here rescues dozens and dozens of animals. There is no return in it for her and it is a lot of expense and heartbreak. There was another mass poisoning here but she managed to rescue a few. All but two were adopted out. She had this old guy, Negrito, or Nito for short. Nobody wanted him and he was at the vet clinic for several months. He has had a rough life. One fang is broken. His tail has been broken and healed crooked. He’s old.
So since Linda and I were going to adopt a cat anyway we took him.
He is a sweet, wise, calm old guy. He is beautiful, and his scars add to that.
Happy to have him.