Michael

June 26, 2019.  We said good-bye to Michael today, after tests showed a high likelihood of liver cancer. His health had deteriorated rapidly in the last few days and it was apparent he would not be able to recover. It seems so very unfair for Michael, because the last two years were the best of his life. He deserved to have more of those. Two years ago, his foster family welcomed him in. That he loved their young children delighted us to no end because he had never lived with children before. They would patiently follow behind him, holding onto his leash, as he leisurely explored their backyard -- sometimes for two hours at a time. His foster family was with him when he passed away. Rest easy, dear soul.

Michael

Color:      DSH Orange & White Tabby (orange mustache)
Age:        Born Sept. 29, 2005
Gender:   Neutered male (micro-chipped)

History:

Michael was brought to the attention of the Last Chance Cat Ranch on April 18, 2017, by a lady who had been feeding him since December, 2016. He had taken refuge under her trailer and she had become increasingly worried about his welfare as time went on. He was badly matted all down his back and up his tail. Matting prevents cats from retaining body heat. Upon intake, he was health checked and carefully shaved under sedation. He had two broken canines. A senior blood panel showed all values within the normal range so a full dental was scheduled and carried out a week later. Shortly thereafter, he was identified as having once been a PAW cat and was therefore transferred back to the PAW Society.

Personality:

Are you someone who enjoys a lap-cat? That's exactly what Michael loves! Recently, he spent a few hours at a PAW adoption event in a pet store and this is what our volunteer had to say about Michael: "I was very impressed with our Michael. What a friendly, affectionate fellow; happy in a quiet way. He purred almost the whole time. You couldn’t hear him, but I could feel the vibration in his throat. He meowed for about twenty minutes at first, but couldn’t get enough attention, rubbing himself against the cage’s bars and any hand that was there. He loves  being brushed and flexed his paws all the while. I think he would be a cuddler if given the chance. He was scared of the shopping carts (aren’t they all?) and seemed unsure of the dogs he saw, but not frightened of them. If he is anything like he was today in a normal, everyday environment, his human will be lucky to have him."