Hello everyone, it’s me Dolly and yes, I am the social media rescue. My brother Brian says I am proof that the right blog reader, the right Tweet on Twitter or the right post on Facebook really can make a difference and save a life. So today I thought I would give you a peek at my story. Sorry, it is a bit long.
My life started out OK, even though someone stole my claws at an early age, at least I was happy and safe. But then I don’t know what happened, I was dumped outside and all alone. To make matters worse, as if they could be, I was dumped in one of the worse sections of Greenville in a pouring rain storm. I was very scared. I was hungry. I was wet. There were lots of loose dogs.
There was this nice lady by the name of Jenna who knew the nasty person the dumped me out. Jenna had a hissy fit. Jenna is a dog rescue person and knows almost nothing about cats. She did know that what happened to me was not right and that she had to do something about it. Jenna got a photograph of me, made a poster and put them up all over the place where I was dumped. Not only that, Jenna got her dog rescue pals and they went door to door in this bad area trying to find me. After about a week someone said they had seen me so that helped them narrow their search. Found, they finally found me hiding under a car. My fur was a total mess and I was pretty sick. Jenna took me to a nice vet lady who helps her with some of her dog rescues. The nice vet named Dr. Anderson said I was a pretty sick girl with several infections. My poo even had bug parts in it since I ate a lot of bugs in order to keep going.
After I got a bit better I went to a foster home. Jenna did not know, but the foster home had over 70 cats and some pit bulls. Jenna knew she had to do something else. Jenna has a friend in Connecticut so she contacted her to help.
Here is the picture from her blog that started my social media journey…
If you would like to read that original post you can find it at:
Dilute Cali Caught In the Middle
In the meantime Jenna got me out of there and into another foster home. It wasn’t pleasant either and I was locked up in a small bathroom with a nasty tom cat.
So anyways, that nice lady posted me on her blog. She also has a Twitter account and put a message out about a Dilute Calico in South Carolina that was in urgent need of help. My brother has a Twitter account too. I know what you’re thinking, Brian saw that message. Nope. The lady in Connecticut has a twitter pal that sent out tweets for Kat5Rescue and she re-tweeted the message (I guess that’s what it is called when someone passes your message on to their friends). Yep, Brian saw that message and sent a message back asking where in South Carolina? Judy at @Kat5Rescue wasn’t exactly sure so she went back to the lady in Connecticut and asked where in South Carolina? The next day word came back that the where was Greenville, SC. There was a lot of back and forth and I was actually supposed to be on a transport to Connecticut but that got messed up too.
Here is another post about me: More About the Dilute Kitty
Here is yet another post about me: Turds
Brian had sent a message back that maybe he could help. Brian told me that he and Dad and Mom discussed it. Brian said that of the millions of twitter messages that fly by every minute, what are the chances that he would see the one about me. Brian felt that it was meant to be if he could convince Dad and Mom. As I found out later, Brother Brian can be very convincing.
Brian asked the rescue lady Jenna to get in touch with his Dad. Jenna and Dad talked. The problem is the foster lady was a bit wacky and was not responding to Jenna’s calls. Finally Jenna went to her place and just took me. Jenna is totally my hero. The foster lady was not giving me my medicine so I went back to the nice Dr. Anderson. Jenna told my Dad that the vet said I either had Irritable Bowel Disease or was just terribly, terribly stressed. Soft running poo isn’t not easy to deal with, but my new future Dad said he would take me anyways.
Here is the good news story: TERRY, YOU ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN
My hero Jenna picked me up and met my Dad, and as my luck would have it, it was pouring rain again. I came to my new home and settled into my private bedroom. It wasn’t long at all until I was able to venture out. Here’s a picture of me when I first ventured out…
I settled right in and my Brother Brian made sure that everyone accepted me. Oh, and the Irritable Bowel Disease, don’t have it, it was purely stress and a poor diet. All is well.
My brother Brian always says you never know which message you send out will be the one that makes a difference. I guess I am proof of that. There were lots of humans that helped me along the way and I am so thankful for each and every one of them, especially my hero Jenna for stepping up and saving my life and for Judy who used to send out tweets for @Kat5Rescue (Judy is now tweeting for @CastawayCritters) and of course Dr. Anderson for taking such good care of me. And thanks Brother Brian for being on the right tweet at the right time.
Sorry this was a bit long, but I thought you might want to hear my whole story. I will have been in my forever home for one year coming up toward the end of October. I’m one happy kitty!!!
Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it!!! Purrrrr! Zip! Later!