It’s a funny old world and sometimes things happen that change your life when you never suspected anything was up.  Last spring, I received and E-mail from our vet that began with “In case you know anyone who might be interested.”  We’ll, we’ve all been on the receiving end of that kind of offer before and we know very well who  “anyone“ is.  I already had 3 cats in a suburban environment. Gimme a break, did we really need an 8 year old, 23 lb. cat?  His picture (thoughtfully included) was so cute though.  What harm could it do to stop by and say ‘hey‘ just to be cordial?
    ‘Frosty” was huge, white and obviously in need of serious hugs and pats,  a feline of the very finest kind, even if a bit bewildered as to why he was now living at the vets.  It seems he had belonged to an elderly gentleman until he was 5, at which time he was no longer able to take care of him due to failing health.  So, a couple who were friends, took Frosty in.        After 3 years, the wife announced that Frosty shed too much and she wanted to have him put to sleep.  So, her husband brought him in to our vet to have that dreadful deed done.  Thank heavens Beckett and Associates has a policy against this kind of thing and  refuses to do it.  Upon being refused, the man told them he could take Frosty home and shoot him in the head.  Instead, they prevailed upon him to leave Frosty with them so they could try to find a home for him.
    As it happened, we had lost Jaspurr, our 21 lb. fur ball, last winter and they were well aware that I had a soft spot for large cats. When I saw Frosty and heard his story I was in love with tears in my eyes. Well, anyway, you have guessed the rest.  The funny thing is, he did shed a lot when we first got him but for whatever reason,  he no longer sheds much at all.  Also, He is now Frederick – after Frederick the Great – as we deemed Frosty far too cutesy a name for a cat of his presence and dignity .
    He has adapted beautifully to a house with 3 other cats. Humphrey, Theodore and Edgar get along with him just fine and he even plays with them. (Sounds like a herd of wildebeests thundering on the stairs!) Frederick has carved out his own niche and established his own routine which meshes very nicely with everyone else’s. As I write this, he is asleep on a silk comforter at my husbands feet. I think (and hope) that Frederick is finally home, because we love him.       P.S. I later found out  that 3 other folks offered to take Frederick in, but our vet told everyone in the office not to promise him to anyone until he had been offered to me.  Some of us are just lucky.
    Mary Trono /

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