MommaOfMuse
Member Since 2010
Okay so I was a bad momma and while I didn't forget his anniversary I just forgot to have daddy help me get his anniversary picture until last night. Sorry buddy, 
Mom's making up for it now.
Most of you have heard me speak of my first OTJ boy, but seldom do I say a lot about him and probably only a few have seen his handsome face or know his back story.
I had just lost my first sugarcat Muse on May 31st, I had only recently found the board and was working on getting a meter and getting the vet to change her insulin. She was started on N. And even with me lowering her dose to 1u instead of the 3 that the vet wanted her on, she went into hypo and earned her wings overnight. For months I kicked myself for killing her. Then I decided that I was going to dive head first into Feline Diabetes and learn every single solitary thing I could about this disease, so that none of my cats would ever be taken from me again by at least this problem. I stayed on the board and I read, and I read some more, and I researched, and I probably drove my mother crazy with the ten thousand questions I asked her, and even tagged along when she went to her diabetic coach and drove the coach crazy with questions.
Then one morning on October 8, 2010 I log in and see I have a PM with a 911 icon on it. WTH? It was from Venita with DCIN...You see Muse had been a Katrina cat. And well DCIN had another Katrina cat that was within 24 hours of being euthanized if someone didn't step up to save him. They had someone that could pull him and foster for a short time while transport was arranged but in order to pull him they had to have someone that would commit to him long term. Could I and would I be that person. Well I was ready I thought to take another stab at dancing with a sugarcat, but we at that point already had 9 cats, two of which were mere kittens (Myrrdin and Duvessa) so let me ask Jon at least I'm thinking we could commit to a long term foster until a perfect home could be found.
So emails and phone calls flew between Jon and I, between Venita and I, and cjleo and Venita and I, in about 20 minutes it was decided, CJ would pull and foster until transport, Venita would start organizing the transport and with winter just around the corner he would be flown instead of ground transported and Jon and I would in two weeks give or take pick up our bouncing new baby boy, two hours away at the closest airport we could get him into. Then I saw my first picture of my new hairy son. My jaw dropped.
I knew that face, I had seen that face for 19 years, and missed it dearly. This new guy looked EXACTLY like my very first cat that I got when I moved out on my own at 18. And ironically he was also named MAX. Now Max the First was a Turkish Van, so once Maxwell arrived the similarities stopped at the face. But oh how they looked a like in the face.
Maxwell lasted as a foster about 20 minutes, just long enough for us to pick him up at the airport, wind our way out of Lincoln traffic and stop for a bite to eat at Burger King, and for me to get his carrier unstrapped and the door open so I could clean it up and clean him up. First thing he does is come out of the carrier, reach up but both paws around my neck and hug. Then walks over to Jon and does the same thing. Stretch, paws around the neck and hug. We melted like the snow that was now falling, he was ours and we his, no two ways around it. Max was now Lord Maxwell and he wasn't going anywhere but home with us. Venita called to make sure we had gotten him alright and we told her, just take him off the rehoming list, he'll be home in about 2 hours. He's ours and we are the best kind of failure...A foster failure.
I don't update it anymore but for those that want to see his journey to where we are today, and why I sometimes yell at you all for shooting slightly out of range numbers on an OTJ trial here is the link to Maxwell's spreadsheet from our very short dance Maxwell's SS As you can see I gave him a total of 2 shots, that's it folks TWO! And that is why you will hear me joke that his foster mom didn't pack him well enough because he broke in shipping
And as of last night here is the Cat, The Myth and The Legend posing with his meter!
Love you big guy, but boy did you spoil mom rotten and now I'm spoiling you rotten.
Mel and The Fur Gang
Mom's making up for it now.Most of you have heard me speak of my first OTJ boy, but seldom do I say a lot about him and probably only a few have seen his handsome face or know his back story.
I had just lost my first sugarcat Muse on May 31st, I had only recently found the board and was working on getting a meter and getting the vet to change her insulin. She was started on N. And even with me lowering her dose to 1u instead of the 3 that the vet wanted her on, she went into hypo and earned her wings overnight. For months I kicked myself for killing her. Then I decided that I was going to dive head first into Feline Diabetes and learn every single solitary thing I could about this disease, so that none of my cats would ever be taken from me again by at least this problem. I stayed on the board and I read, and I read some more, and I researched, and I probably drove my mother crazy with the ten thousand questions I asked her, and even tagged along when she went to her diabetic coach and drove the coach crazy with questions.
Then one morning on October 8, 2010 I log in and see I have a PM with a 911 icon on it. WTH? It was from Venita with DCIN...You see Muse had been a Katrina cat. And well DCIN had another Katrina cat that was within 24 hours of being euthanized if someone didn't step up to save him. They had someone that could pull him and foster for a short time while transport was arranged but in order to pull him they had to have someone that would commit to him long term. Could I and would I be that person. Well I was ready I thought to take another stab at dancing with a sugarcat, but we at that point already had 9 cats, two of which were mere kittens (Myrrdin and Duvessa) so let me ask Jon at least I'm thinking we could commit to a long term foster until a perfect home could be found.
So emails and phone calls flew between Jon and I, between Venita and I, and cjleo and Venita and I, in about 20 minutes it was decided, CJ would pull and foster until transport, Venita would start organizing the transport and with winter just around the corner he would be flown instead of ground transported and Jon and I would in two weeks give or take pick up our bouncing new baby boy, two hours away at the closest airport we could get him into. Then I saw my first picture of my new hairy son. My jaw dropped.
I knew that face, I had seen that face for 19 years, and missed it dearly. This new guy looked EXACTLY like my very first cat that I got when I moved out on my own at 18. And ironically he was also named MAX. Now Max the First was a Turkish Van, so once Maxwell arrived the similarities stopped at the face. But oh how they looked a like in the face.
Maxwell lasted as a foster about 20 minutes, just long enough for us to pick him up at the airport, wind our way out of Lincoln traffic and stop for a bite to eat at Burger King, and for me to get his carrier unstrapped and the door open so I could clean it up and clean him up. First thing he does is come out of the carrier, reach up but both paws around my neck and hug. Then walks over to Jon and does the same thing. Stretch, paws around the neck and hug. We melted like the snow that was now falling, he was ours and we his, no two ways around it. Max was now Lord Maxwell and he wasn't going anywhere but home with us. Venita called to make sure we had gotten him alright and we told her, just take him off the rehoming list, he'll be home in about 2 hours. He's ours and we are the best kind of failure...A foster failure.
I don't update it anymore but for those that want to see his journey to where we are today, and why I sometimes yell at you all for shooting slightly out of range numbers on an OTJ trial here is the link to Maxwell's spreadsheet from our very short dance Maxwell's SS As you can see I gave him a total of 2 shots, that's it folks TWO! And that is why you will hear me joke that his foster mom didn't pack him well enough because he broke in shipping
And as of last night here is the Cat, The Myth and The Legend posing with his meter!
Love you big guy, but boy did you spoil mom rotten and now I'm spoiling you rotten.
Mel and The Fur Gang
