Nine years ago, Meg awoke to a skinny grey-and-white tuxedo cat sitting on her patio chair.
Meg’s heart of gold led her to rescuing cats for 40 years. She’s taken in distressed, lost and elderly kitties. “All cats need to be cared for and loved,” said Meg. “The resulting, rewarding,
reciprocated love and appreciation are remarkable!”
“After work, my unexpected guest was still lounging on ‘his’ chair blinking and winking at me,” said Meg. “In case he belonged to another family, I did not feed him. Was he choosing me for his new family? On the fourth day, when he drank from a rain puddle, I couldn't stand it. So I served him fresh water and food, and contacted the humane society.”
Meg learned from his ID chip that a senior woman, Marjorie, had been feeding feral (wild/homeless) cats in her neighborhood. During her lifetime, 90 year old Marjorie had trapped 150 cats for the society to neuter and spay preventing a further explosion of starving kittens from becoming food for larger animals or
injured from vehicles.
As it turned out, the ladies had known each other!
“I was once her care aid,” said Meg. “Sadly, she had passed but, thankfully, her grandson adopted her ‘feed the feral’ program. His grandmother is surely smiling on him from heaven! When I showed him ‘my’ cat’s picture he proclaimed, "That's Regent! He is four-years-old. He is so lucky to find a home!”
Meg was ecstatic! She
emotionally needed this “lil' friendly creature” because three weeks purr-eviously her elderly cat died, and two weeks later her husband. This cat was a heart-healing gift from above and its timely arrival qualified it for a new name.
Meg named her gift, “Mr. Max-a-Million Kat, shortened to Max because he is my priceless baby worth a million dollars,” said Meg.
In gratitude, Max meowed appreciation for his name and licked her arm. A habit that he
continues to this day.
Max never again left Meg’s yard. “He loves sleeping under my bushes and springing out to chase lawn moths,” said Meg. “He still thinks he is a kitten. Now, when he jumps up, his round jelly-belly jiggles like Santa’s and it makes me giggle.”
Last winter, Meg left on her first vacation in four decades. Her son, Kevin, stayed with Max, so the cat would not experience separation anxiety. It did not
work!
“While I was away, my cat cried constantly for me while searching the house,” said Meg. “Then, he did not leave my bed except to eat and shortly after, he quit eating. In desperation, Kevin put the phone up to Max’s ear. When Max heard my voice, he revved up his crying and howling. He was miserable until I got home and then he attached himself to me like Velcro. He was cuddly before, but now he constantly lays on my feet or chest and under the bed
covers.
I am enjoying his extra cuddling and affection! I'll always be grateful that Marjorie sent me Max and he’s made it clear how much he loves me; paws-ibly a whisker more than my love for him.”
