Today is when we decided this would be Nemo’s birthday. We aren’t exactly sure how old he was the day Somara rescued him from the ditch. The emergency vet put Nemo’s initial age around a few weeks, thus we went with the arbitrary date of June 1 since the girls (Molly and Miette are April 1, they too are a mystery…actually, all our cats or have been).
How is the little stinker? Pretty good for someone who is now 55 in human years. Somara weened him off the Prozac last week. The urinating he seems to be the primary culprit with has slowed/stopped. The only noticeable trait I see is his audible whining has returned, the drugs made him too lethargic to gripe.
Despite our differences (he tends to give me the stink eye as the only male rival in the house), Nemo is an adorable cat and like all cats, when he wants to be adorable is the key. I have never regretted the decision to adopt him, pushing our household to the limit (four cats) because I knew getting someone to take in a three-legged cat would be a hard sell. The days when he whizzes on things…that tries my patience yet I can’t resist him, especially after he does the cute little head-tilt bit dogs are known for.