Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted Mar 13, 2014
I adopted my cat Milton from a humane society. When I took him from the cage, he purred and rubbed his chin on my shoulder. I was immediately smitten. I learned he had been a humane society resident for two years... his all-black coat worked against him. There was no way I'd leave him behind after learning this!
Milton adjusted fantastically to his new home with me. At the time I was single and wanted a lap cat. I soon discovered Milton was not quite the lap sort. He had a Mercedes-like purr and friendly demeanor, but made sure to let me know he would only take so much cuddling. He was already neutered when I got him and I chose not to have him declawed. Thankfully, Milton has never shredded furniture and isn't too inclined to climb on much of anything.
Now that he's a senior cat, he has arthritis and is not quite as spunky has he once was. Two years ago we discovered he was diabetic. The diagnosis frightened my husband and me, but the treatment has been very successful. He simply has two small injections of insulin a day, and he purrs through the shots!
Like any cat, Milton's got the 'catitude'. He behaves as if we are his servants, and I suppose we are. Even with his health problems and occasional lack of lap time, I've not once regretted the day he purred his way into my life.