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Daz cats12/27/2023 His new owner came to visit I couldn’t believe it he was all over her. S omeone who didn’t mind if he spent the next few weeks hiding, someone who was willing to give him time. Time passed and then I had a phone call from a n angel, the most perfect home. He’d gradually let me stroke and brush him. I’d spend time down there sitting and reading in the evenings. I was beginning to despair and was thinking is it fair to keep him going like this? Something though in the back of my mind was telling me to keep going. Day after day I’d go down and all I could do was tickle the top of his head. Hector would just hide at the back of his pen and only come out to eat when it was dark. Being a stray we had absolutely no idea what his temperament was really like. Cancer on his ear tips was confirmed and so he had to have those removed. They found that some time ago he had fractured his hip and it had healed in an odd position and that was what caused his limp. To add to that he also had an awful limp. Hector also had sores on his ear tips which I knew was going to be cancerous. He had been sleeping under cars and was too overweight to clean himself properly. If you haven’t read it I’m sure you get the idea! Anyway, Hector was covered in oil. If you have ever read the childrens book “ Six Dinner S id” well that was him. He was the most overweight stray I have ever seen. A stray from West Pennard, he arrived during October. Next up we have Hector (seen in the before and after photos). We never looked back after that and during February his new family came forward and took him home. Up onto his shelf he jumped and without a hiss or a spit budged his breakfast right out of my hand and said “ hi ”. After about 6 weeks I went in one day and it was like overnight he decided I was ok. Poor Max just did not know what the hell was going on. It took weeks until I could go into his pen and him not hiss at me. The only person he would let near him was my 8 year old son William. By the time Max came in he was very nervous and not trusting of anyone. She decided he couldn’t come back because her neighbour had said he’d just dump him again. Her neighbour had even admitted to her what he’d done. Three months she had been waiting for a call. He was picked up by a member of the public and taken to a vet, here he was scanned and his owner located. Max was put into a box by his owners neighbour, driven 30 miles to Wells and let out of his box.
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