Monkey Lee, our senior cat is now 13 years old. He was rescued when his mother, who was a community cat was killed by a car, and his litter was rescued by the Humane Society and bottle fed until they were old enough to be adopted.
Charles is a trucker and he wanted company in the truck while he was on the road. After searching we ended up at the Humane Society where there were 4 cute little kittens in a cage.
Three of the kittens were doing everything possible to get
Charles attention, but it was the one back in the corner trying to get a nap that attracted his attention.
After a short time a bond was formed, and where Charles was not aware, he had just agreed to a lifetime of making sure that Monkey Lee
was the center of Charles's world.
For several years Charles and Monkey traveled the roads of the United States, with Charles catering to every whim Monkey may have. Monkey's toys were passed down to the cats at home when he got tired of
them. And it has only been recent that Monkey has decided that I may not be so bad and has started to accept my attention without hissing at me.
Several times Monkey had Charles in a panic. One time while on the road for a period
of time longer than usual, Monkey became "sick". It at the time when there was the first major scare of recalled can cat food. Twice each day I had to check the list to make sure that none of the food sent with Monkey, was on the recall list. Needless
to say, it never was. I had to go over everything he had to look for in case Monkey became sick. Well, came the time that Monkey wanted his "Home" time to play with the other cats. So Monkey became "sick" He refused to play, refused
to eat and he just laid quiet and did nothing. Charles was in a panic and quickly arranged a load home. The soonest he could arrive was Saturday, so I had to make a call to the vet to be sure that Monkey could be treated ASAP. The Vet agreed
to return to the office if they arrived home after hours if needed. They arrive and we had to stop at home so I could call the vet and we went inside and Charles put Monkey on the floor. At which point Monkey ran into the kitchen and proceeded
to chow down. He was hungry, but he had gotten what he wanted. He was home.
Another time, we had just moved over the weekend and I had to return to work on Monday. That afternoon I received a panic call from Charles, he couldn't find
Monkey. He had looked everywhere, he had been looking and calling for hours. He had even tried opening a can of food to tempt Monkey. No Monkey. Charles was convinced that somehow, Monkey had gotten outside and was lost forever. His
best friend was lost in the wild world all alone and scared. As I tried calming Charles down, letting him know that I couldn't leave work to look for a cat, there was a noise. Charles looked down and not two feet from where he was standing, was Monkey.
Monkey had decided to take a nap and it was not worth getting up to answer Charles.
My major time with Monkey was when after several years, Charles went back on the road. He had been gone for several weeks and Monkey stopped eating, he barely
moved. He was losing weight. I would check him several times a day to make sure he was still breathing. Losing Monkey became an unbearable thought. Shortly before Charles came home, I noticed that Monkey was sitting at the door to the
deck where I was feeding the community cats. It seemed that he was talking under the door. And one morning as I opened the door to take food outside, in walks this little cat. He ran over to the food dish inside and my inside cats just moved back
and let him eat his fill. Well, Monkey again got what he wanted, a new friend. A short time later a second cat came in with frostbite on his foot, and again Monkey took the new cat under his wing
Monkey has a new job. He is now the therapy
cat for rescued cats and kittens we take in. He does a wonderful job calming and protecting both young and terrified cats and kittens which cross our door.
As you can teach an old dog (or in this case an old cat) new tricks