Don’t Erase Me

Last year right after Christmas we got a sweet little kitty. My mom wanted to get one, and so we headed into the PetSmart to see if there was a cat she wanted to adopt. He was only a couple months old and named Buddy. Soon after we took him home and let him explore, he had earned the new name Magellen. He was and always will be an explorer. He loved to play with feathers. The night he came to our house we wondered where he was. We could hear meowing and figured out it was coming from a closet. The door was closed. Guess what! Magellen was in there. How he got in there, I still haven’t figured out. That night we also had the pleasure of witnessing him suck his toes! He’s a very weird cat. When he’s happy he not only purrs, but sucks his toes or wrists, whichever is closest. It has something to do with being taken away from his mother too soon. When he gets comfortable, he sucks his toes and needs with his paws.He liked to play with anything, and run around the house.

sucking his toes...?

Sometimes we seriously thought he was paranoid. He’d hear you coming down the stairs and he’d grip the carpet, staring up at you. Or he’d run down the hall, his feet not getting enough friction on the hardwood floor, and it would take him a few sprints *in place* before he got going. Once he was either very hyper or very defensive, and I learned of his “battle cry”. He had been relaxing in a chair and when I moved it just slightly he straightened up and looked at me. I moved the chair some more because his stare was actually quite startling. He kept his gaze on me the whole time. Then he slowly tilted his head and let out this pitiful meow, that just makes you want to pet him, yet it was strange because there was something different in it. I reached to pet him, and lightning fast he swatted at me. Luckily I pulled my hand back quickly. He stared at me again. And meowed Again. I didn’t want to pet him. My mom stuck a fork out at him. He attacked the fork!!

playing with string

When we was finished with mauling the fork, he settled back down onto the chair. It was a frightening experience… Sometimes he would come into my room and meow, wanting my attention. So I’d pick him up and start hugging him. He is a very fuzzy cat. Although, as we knew would most likely happen, Magellen irritated my mom’s allergies. She put up with them and tried to find other ways to make them go away. But she still had them. She didn’t want to give Magellen away though. When my brother and I went back to school after the summer, Magellen would meow and mope around the house. It was pitiful but kind of funny. Eventually my mom decided, although sad about her decision, that Magellen needed to find a new home. Her allergies were very hard to put up with and she concluded Magellen would be happier with other cats too. We first asked around to see if anyone we knew would like to welcome Magellen into their home. Regretfully they all said they weren’t able to. So the time came to ask the Pet Overpopulation Prevention people.. They didn’t have any foster homes he could go to for a while, but said we could bring him to maybe get adopted. On the sad Saturday, we brought him to the PetSmart. He was very scared and didn’t like the car ride (meowing all the way) Nobody adopted him that day but when we picked him up the woman in charge asked if we could bring him back the next day. So, the next day being today.. We brought him back there. not even an hour later we got a call that he’d been adopted; someone wanted to take him home. I miss him a lot. I’m afraid he won’t be happy there, but he probably will. I wish he was still here though, I liked his warm fuzziness that I could hug. Even though he would accidentally catch his long claws on my clothes, get hair all over me, and sometimes swat at my feet,

Magellen :)

I still love my little kitty.