Even as a tiny kitten, Hunter knew he had to find a family. After finding himself on Stacey’s porch, he knew he found a forever home. Here’s their story:
After confirming with my vet he’d be safe around my 3-year-old male cat, he had to stay. After a few days I knew something was different. Initially, the vet thought he was walking funny because his back paws might have been hurt from being outside. We don’t know how long he was out there. Maybe a night.
I described the ‘hopping’ and tripping over himself to my mom, and she found cerebellar hypoplasia.
Well, that’s Hunter.
He’s a bit clumsy, can’t jump high (i.e. onto a toilet seat), and isn’t the most graceful cat. When he jumps off the bed, it’s more of a ‘thud.’ He also doesn’t have much of a meow — unless he really wants my attention.
We play hide and seek, and when I pop my head up to the bed, his eyes become as large as marbles and he ducks down with the funniest face. He follows me everywhere and when he hears the treats bag, he’s up on the bed so fast… it’s AMAZING!
I set up a couple of boxes for him to use to climb up. At night he sleeps at the end of the bed, but comes up to cuddle at my neck around 6 a.m. Completely litter trained, he eats like a champ and gets along with his ‘big brother’ perfectly.
We think he was dumped because he’s so different.
He’s now about 4-months-old, and I adore him. He was hunting for a home and found me. I am a lucky girl.