Hi. My name is Tom and I’m looking for a home. Up until this morning, I lived in a parking lot of a condo complex, and some nice people that lived there came and fed me and my other homeless friends once in a while. I learned to love and trust humans, and prance and purr whenever they came around to visit us. I especially love to get scratched on the head, and I like to rub up against legs and bump into outstretched hands, especially to say “thank you.”

I don’t remember exactly what happened ( the vet said it wasn’t from a fight) but I think some mean human hurt me, or I got stuck in a car engine, but somehow I got hurt really badly. I lost a big patch of skin on my right front shoulder and leg. You could see the muscle, and it really hurt, but I tried not to complain. I cleaned it best I could, but I started to think I might not be able to heal myself this time. You see, I’ve got some cuts on my ears, and I’ve earned a few scrapes here and there over the years, defending myself and my friends, but nothing I couldn’t make better with a few strong licks and rest in the shade. I surely would’ve gotten an infection and gone to kitty heaven if those nice people hadn’t found me in the state I was in.

Anyway, this morning a really nice couple brought me a cat carrier with a blanket and food and asked me nicely if I would come see a doctor. They had kind eyes, so I just walked right into the carrier and sat down. They closed the door and put me in a car and I didn’t say a word the whole ride up to see the cat doctor. I knew somehow they were trying to help me an I didn’t want to hurt their feelings by making noise or crying in the car, even though I’d never been in a car before, and the drive took about 40 minutes and there were lots of bumps that hurt my leg.

We got to the the Animal Clinic of Village Square in Pembroke Pines, Florida, and I met the nicest man. I think he’s an angel. His name is Dr. Francisco Puig. (954-432-0003) We cats don’t really have nine lives, just human angels along the way, and the mercy of God while we live on the streets. Dr. Puig is one of those angels, and he cleaned my wound, and my ears, and my fur, and gave me some medicine called “revolution” that keeps away fleas and ticks and worms and ear mites, so now I’m really clean and comfortable. Dr. Frank Puig--he’s the best cat angel in the world (that’ s what all the cats there meowed to me through the boarding cages) He even has a kitty named Paco who lives right in the office and sleeps on the computer. Dr. Puig gave me some antibiotics and checked me out and now I’ve got a clean bill of health and a foster home for a few weeks until I recuperate and can find my own forever home.

The only thing is I'm FHIV+ so I need a special person to take me in. Many cats die of it, and some live on for years, with a better prognosis than Feline leukemia...so I was hoping someone on this site could consider taking me in.

I've stayed healthy this long, I'm strong and I'm in good health now. I’m a really nice. mellow loving old boy ( I’m somewhere between 8 and 10 years old I think) and all I really need is love. I’ve had a hard life, and I’m so tired of living on the streets, especially when I love humans so much. Although someone may have hurt me, I know most of you are good people with good hearts, or I wouldn’t have made it on the street this long.

By the way, I’ve been neutered , and I love to be petted and caressed. I”m very used to humans, too; I love to snuggle up against my human angels and I purr immediately when I see you coming. I don’t bite or make lots of noise, and I learned how to use the litter box today... and .. oh.. just to get all my cards on the table, I’ve lost some of my bottom teeth, and one of my ears is bent .

Despite all that, I’m still a bit of a handsome guy, and I can promise I have so much to give. I’m perfect for someone who wants a low maintenance buddy who won’t tear things up or keep them awake at night. I was a bit of the leader in my stray pack, but now I’m ready to retire and become your couch security guard and snuggle buddy. I wasn’t meant to live on the streets, but I’ve survived all this time, and my only hope now is that you might take me in and give me a second chance. I would’ve died if I hadn’t been brought in today and treated by Dr. Puig ( who didn’t charge a penny!) I’ve been lucky so far.. Can you top my luckiest day ever and give me a forever home? Will you be my human angel? Please give me a chance. I have so much to give, and I’m really a good boy.

Thanks for listening,

Thomas “Tom” T. Cat, 

Street General, retired