A Seal Colorpoint Ragdoll mix, Shaman came to me in 2006, when a friend “rescued” him from the woman who had raised him in her garage, because she didn’t want him on the carpet in her house. He was almost a year old then. Originally, he was a rescue cat at Merlin’s Hope and we were going to find him a great home, but Shaman quickly made himself right at home in our home; I think what won him a special place in my heart was the first night he came in the bathroom as I was running the bathwater and I saw that he had no idea what it was. He had literally never lived in a real home. He had never had a real life. Over the next few weeks, I was amazed at the things that entertained him: the bathtub, the television, the dishwasher, the toilet. Entertainment opportunities were endless for this poor boy.
It broke my heart, and I was determined that he was going to have the best home that he could have; that meant, of course, that he had to stay with me, so we took him off rescue status and he became a “MeLinda kitty” as my personal cats are known.
Shaman’s favorite toy is whatever shirt I am wearing. Yes, he loves to come and lay on me and suck on my shirt. I can always tell when he is feeling particularly needy. Shaman loves to watch the lizards in the window and pretend he can “chase” them through the glass. He loves to play with his brothers Bastien, Saxon, and Gryffin. At six years old, he is in the prime of his life, and I like to think he is having the life he so richly deserves. He loves to come running across the room, hop on the bed, and then hold me hostage
while he sucks on my shirt. I guess you could say I am his favorite toy! How very lucky I am.
MeLinda and the “MeLinda kitties”