Love hearing about our kitties in their new homes,
so here's an update on Pandora!
About eight months ago my neighbor, who is a King Street Cats
volunteer, suggested to me that I become a foster parent to a cat. She
explained that there was a cat who was not doing well being around other cats,
and KSC was looking for a foster home where there were no other pets and no
small children. And, she told me, the shelter would pay for all the food
and medical care.
Well, why not, I thought. My apartment is quiet. I’m
at work most of the day, and I don’t have any children or pets. What
could be hard about this? So Pandora was brought to me, and we began our
I was somewhat aware of her history prior to coming to me. I
knew she had been brought to Virginia from St. Croix because her former owner
had dropped her off at the local shelter, and since she was already an older
cat, she would have been euthanized if she hadn’t been rescued and brought to
the United States. I knew she had had surgery on her eyes that had
required several months of after-care consisting of having drops put in
her eyes several times a day. I knew she had lived at KSC for a while and
in several foster homes.
As it turns out, the former owner had left her at the St. Croix
shelter in a burlap bag, giving no information about her name, age, or medical
history. By the time she felt the shock and pain of this dramatic
abandonment, she was put on an airplane and flown to another country.
It’s no wonder that she was frightened and lashed out at other cats at KSC, or
that she just stopped eating for a while, causing ulcers to form on her
eyes. Only the benevolence of KSC, who arranged and paid for specialized
surgery, saved her sight.
As she stepped out of her cat carrier and walked around in my
apartment for the first time, I thought she was so beautiful. She seemed
so sweet and fragile that first day. On the second day, I tried to pet
her, and she bit me so hard I had to go to the urgent care clinic.
More serious bites and scratches followed, as well as days of not
eating anything at all and other days of spitting up everything she ate.
As the months went by, I called on the assistance of KSC volunteers, an animal
behaviorist, and a cat communicator. I was determined not to give up on
Pandora, and I ended up formally adopting her.
Pandora seems now to have made her home with me. She has
truly come a long way. She jumps and runs and loves to walk with me in
the halls of my apartment building. She loves to play with her “cat dancer”
and the other many toys people have given her. The consistency of being
in one place for several months seems to have paid off. She has much more
energy than she had at first, and even sometimes seems joyful. I know now
that she had to go through the process of grief at losing her old life in St.
Croix, and the fear and anger she must have felt at having her life so
As I write this, she is sleeping peacefully on my couch. She
is so graceful and regal and beautiful. I feel so privileged to have her,
and I can’t imagine life without her. ~Elizabeth
Have you been rescued by a kitty from King Street Cats?