Nigel (formerly Curaçao)
Spoiler alert - this "tail" has a happy ending.
In the summer of 2012, I came to Cat Depot from a hoarding situation of 700 cats. In my deplorable housing I contracted FIV and a mouth infection that required a lengthy quarantine and the extraction of all my teeth. Add to these "negative" qualities, I was also a senior cat.
But rather than bemoaning my chances I selected a pair of volunteers and set out to seduce them. They came regularly to hold me and brush me (with no teeth, long hair and abundant drool, I need help with grooming - don't judge).
Dad was a tough sell saying they already had a houseful, but after a year of pleading, Mom got the genius plan of fostering me. Well, all I needed was a paw in the door and, as you can see from the photo, dad now loves me best! We watch golf on TV and take a nap everyday. (Dad says there is a Tiger who plays golf can't wait to see that.)
Thank you Cat Depot for giving me a chance!
Fondly, Nigel, née Curaçao
Ghostwritten by Mom (Peggy M)