Would you consider adopting a 'special' animal?

Would you adopt a cat with a significant, obvious birth defect or physical handicap? What if the cat didn’t require any special care for its condition, would that make any difference?

I recently had to face this very question. I had to put my sweet baby girl kitty to sleep at the far too young age of 12 due to a horrific disease called FIP. She died on 11/26/2012, so it’s almost been four months since I said goodbye to her…

A few weeks after her death, I had to take my other cat (Morris, inherited from grandma) to the vet for his annual check-up. During that visit, my vet introduced to me a cat that has lived there in the clinic for the last year. He was brought in by and elderly man who found him on his porch, almost starved and very thin and the pads on all of his paws were injured and bleeding! The man brought him in to have him put to sleep, but my vet felt that he was worth saving and that’s exactly what she did!

His name is Captain Hook. He is a gorgeous charcoal gray with white belly and white paws and keeps himself perfectly groomed. He is no more than three years old and has a wonderful laid-back personality that is rarely seen in cats, but makes him all the more endearing! He looks at you with a half-asleep and half-stoned expression on his face and even ‘answers’ you when you say something to him with a very mellow chirp of a meow! When you pet him, he remains totally mellow but the rumble of his purring shows that he appreciates the attention! =)

But Captain Hook is different from other cats because one of his front paws is only partially formed. It looks like it stopped growing half-way thru his development inside his mother and it curves at the end, just like a HOOK! Hence the name.

He was born this way, so he doesn’t realize that anything is wrong or different about him. He can run, jump, play or do anything else other cats do without missing a beat!

My vet asked me to at least consider adopting Captain Hook when I decided that I was ready to move on after losing my sweet girl Anna. I told her that I certainly would even though I had conflicting feelings about his deformity at the time. I was very flattered when I recently spoke with my vet’s husband, also a vet in the same office. He told me that I was the first and ONLY person she had ever considered as a possible forever home for Captain Hook!

Ultimately, I have discovered that Morris simply won’t tolerate another male cat living under the same roof!!! He is a total sweetheart and gentle as a lamb with the female felines. He misses Anna’s companionship even though she was mean to him most of the time. So my next cat will be a female….

Prior to that realization, I struggled with the idea of adopting Captain Hook. I loved his personality and his gimp paw wouldn’t bother me in the least. But what about visitors to my home? If they made fun of fun of him or said anything even slightly inappropriate, I would throw them thru my glass storm door!!! I know I would have been hyper-sensitive to the actions and words of others and would have reacted to any that pissed me off with full force and no mercy! I wonder if parents of mentally handicapped children feel this way all the time, just watching and waiting to eviscerate the next mofo who looks at my kid wrong!?!?

How do you think you would feel about adopting Captain Hook if you were in my shoes?

I would have no reservations about adding Captain Hook to our family. NONE.

I’m sorry about Anna. I lost my little soul mate kitty of 19 years last July and know how hard it is.

The last two times I’ve adopted, I specifically was looking for some otherwise-healthy cat that has an issue that might cause it to be left unadopted. They only wound up having regular old cats, but yes, I would love to help out the poor lil’ guy.

I think I did do that, just a couple weeks ago. Severe anti-social personality disorder. :wink:

StG

I’d adopt him in a heartbeat.

After my cat Lucky had to be put down (he had a brain tumor), I lasted about 3 weeks without a cat in the house before I headed to the shelter. I found a beautiful calico that seemed to want my attention, so I got a ranger to get her out of the cage so we could meet. When I held her, I felt a lump on her rib cage. The vet was in the shelter that day, so he came over and we talked about this thing I felt. Turned out to be a rib that kind of grew curving out instead of curving in. It doesn’t hurt her to hold her or touch it, and I was told it might have been broken at some point and healed wrong, etc. She was a sweet cat, but I put her back in the cage and left to think about it.

4 hours later I was back at the shelter, adopting her. I realized that lots of people wouldn’t adopt an older (fully grown) cat and that even the ones who would might balk at a cat with an obvious deformity/condition. And she was so sweet and so pretty, well, I figured she’d be better of at my house than at the shelter. It’s been nearly 4 years now, and Heidi is definitely happier here than she was in the shelter. She’s a terrific cat and I’ve never once regretted bringing myself into her life.

Your Captain Hook sounds like a heckuva cat; please provide pictures once you get him home. :wink:

My heart is broken and it always will be, at least a little bit, without Anna in my life.

When my parents’ Golden Retriever “Jackson” died in 2010, we buried him in a clearing on the back corner of their 12 acres. It was his favorite spot to roll around in the moss and scratch his back.

We created a large 14’ x 11’ area using stacked rock to built a 12" wall around the perimeter. Then we filled in the entire space using river pebbles and added a nice park ench at one end. We ordered him a beautiful granite memorial stone with his photo etched into it.

We added another small grave next to Jack about six months later. Their cat, Tigger, died two months shy of his 23rd birthday!!!

Then a few months ago, I placed my sweet Anna in on the other side of Jack in her final resting place. I also ordered her a granite memorial stone and it has the following inscribed on it-


A heart of gold stopped beating
Two shining eyes at rest
God broke my heart to prove
He only takes the best
God knows you had to leave me
But you did not go alone
For part of me went with you
The day He took you home***

I wouldn’t adopt an animal that needed special care for its disabilities, I just don’t have that in me. I did, however, adopt a one-eyed cat without hesitation. It was love at first sight.

The shelter I work at, the most quickly adopted are the blind cats, and the second most quickly adopted are the congenitally or accidentally deformed cats that don’t need any additional care. Apparently, lots and lots of people are just fine with those kinds of issues and the cats with them are just a little more special.

I’m sorry for you loss. I hate FIP, and I hope your kitteh’s passing wasn’t too painful.

All of our current cats are special needs, mostly because I’m terrible at doing long term fostering so by the time they were well enough to go to adoptions, I was already bonded.

One kitten I fostered for a couple of weeks had a floppy front paw. The paw was fully formed, but felt boneless. Our very awesome vet chose to not amputate because he didn’t think there was a need. Kitten got around very well, didn’t seem to notice, so why fix what isn’t broken?

She got adopted the first day I took her to adoptions. People didn’t even notice her paw because she was being all cute and stuff, but when I pointed it out, a couple of people backed away. The very nice couple who did adopt her joked that it was a bonus because she would only be able to scratch their couch with one paw.

edited to add that I think that blind cats are incredible. Our awesome vet had one in his office, kitteh was totally good with people and chairs moving around.

I don’t think I could take on a cat that was incontinent or required expensive maintenance medication and/or special diet. But a missing or deformed limb, blindness or any other issue like that wouldn’t bother me in the least.

My sister adopted a cat with cerebellar atrophy. She (the cat) walks funny, but can generally get around.

Brian

We’re kind of a misfit farm around here. I have one totally deaf cat and one who only has one eye. (That would be Vivian the Wonder Cat, I think there is a thread somewhere.) And one who either has some sort of post-traumatic stress or a severe cat phobia, because she literally lives in the bathroom. Oddly enough, Vivian seems to be able to make friends with her, but no one else cat-wise.
My dogs are more normal except that Dammit Sally is crazy.

FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis) usually kills by the age of two in more than 95% of cases. But a small number of cats with the viral mutation that causes FIP survive into adulthood and only succumb to the disease when they enter their ‘senior’ years. That is what happened to my sweet girl! She was 12-13 years old and I her for 10.5 of those years…it was very sudden and completely unexpected…just two months earlier, she had a senior health profile and all of her results were exceptional for her age!!! I planned on having her for another 6-8 years or more…and life kinda sucks (a lot) without her around…

According to an expert on the disease at Cornell University, the odds of her dying from FIP at her age and with her history were about 1 in 5000!!!

Cats are such amazing creatures…when they lose their sight, the rest of their super-senses compensate, I’m sure!

I definitely want to adopt an adult cat, preferably no older than 7-8 because I need at least 6-8 years before I can handle losing another one! Morris is almost 14, so he only has a few more years left and that’s going to be a real kick in the teeth when he goes…

Besides, with an adult cat you can see what their personality is like and if they have any odd behaviors. With a kitten, it’s a wild card and you don’t find out until they grow up…they’re just cute as hell, so they can get away with murder!

BTW, my vet told me that Captain Hook will ALWAYS have a home right where he is! So when Morris passes on some day, I will probably adopt Hook then…I stop by the office to visit him at least once a week, he is the coolest cat ever…

I am fairly certain several of the dogs that have lived with me have been mentally retarded. There is just no other way to describe their behavior. One, named Hannibal no less, use to bark and snarl at a giant ceramic cat we had. I would take in a cat like Captain Hook. It’s been my experience that cat’s even with some physical defects can adjust to life rather well especially if they have well-trained human staff.

We adopted a 7-year-old cat a couple of weeks ago. He’d been ‘in the system’ for a while, having been at this shelter since last May. He may have an issue with his kidneys. Being older, and with a potential ‘condition’, we consider him a ‘special needs’ cat. He’s a sweetie.

I’d adopt a cat like Captain Hook.

For me, it would depend on the specific condition. Not because I would be grossed out by anything but because there are some things I simply can’t provide. One example is that my house cannot accommodate a pet in a wheelchair.

As for visitors making fun of a “Special Needs” pet, I would–calmly–tell the insensitive so-and-so, “Get down on your hands and knees, and tell that animal to his face he does not deserve to live because there’s something different about him. Will picking on a ‘dumb animal’ make you feel like a better person?” Pause. “I didn’t think so.”

I wouldn’t have a problem with the deformity. My problem would be the species. Somehow, more than enough cats find me on a routine basis, so I may never again know the joy of being cat-free. (And now I must go because ebil kiteh is giving dirty looks at me for typing this)

I would have zero qualms adopting him, who couodnt love a cat like that?

One of the cats I grew up with had no bone in her back legs, due to a birth defect. About the only impact it had on her was that she had a hard time scratching the back of her neck (and hence absolutely loved anyone who would do it for her). She walked around on her front legs with her butt balanced in the air, she lived to be 18 years old, and she was definitely the dominant mammal in the household.