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It is difficult to describe how much Prigapas Liamidas Aristotle
Pentopolous, III (Liam) means to me. I have owned several cats in my life,
all of which I have had strong bonds with, but none like this. I truly
believe he was born to be my cat and I was born to be his person.
From the first moment we met in September of 2011, we were in
love. Having another cat as well as a dog in the house, I wanted to
protect this little baby when I brought him home like only a mother can.
We slept on blankets on the tile floor in the spare bathroom for 5 days so
that we could bond and I could introduce him to his new world when he was
ready. As uncomfortable as it was, his sandpaper kisses to my nose made
up for every bit of it and so much more. Once we had gained each other's
trust we went out into his new world together, never breaking the bond we
Anyone that knows us knows that me and Liam were, are, and always
will be exceptionally close. However, on October 31, 2013 Liam and I moved
to a different neighborhood within the same city due to losing my
significant other. Even he used to always comment on our
bond, "Unbelievable," as he shook his head walking by as Liam and I
cuddled and simply watched TV.
It is important to understand that Liam is very curious and stubborn
(what I like to call Stinky from the arrogant stink eye he often gives)
but also extremely loving and hilarious. However, about 6 weeks after we
moved into our new home, on December 11, 2013, Liam escaped out the front
door as my roommate was leaving for work. I assumed he would come back,
but as more and more hours passed, I was becoming increasingly worried and
concerned. My birthday was December 14 and I was so distraught I wouldn't
even leave the house for weeks in case he came back and no one was home.
By December 19, I was so desperate to find him I even contacted a
pet psychic (hey, she was on Oprah). I wrote everything she said down
during my "Holiday Special" $19 for a ten minute phone reading. Looking
back at those notes now, I wonder if I could have found Liam then.
Strangely she had said, "I see a woman. Just a woman in a house, not an
apartment. She is feeding him and he wants you to know he is eating, but
he can't find his way home. He needs some landmarks because he crossed
only one busy street but can't find his way back. He isn't the type of cat
to trust strangers though. Post some flyers at the Inlet."
I frantically started posting MISSING posters and internet ads on
every lightpost and website I could find and continued to search and renew
ads for the next 68 days. I know no one believed I would get him back. I
mean, the odds continued to stack against us as time passed, winter became
bitter, and record snowfall came to our town. As worried as I was for
him, I was determined and knew I would have him back again. I have never
waivered on that. I am his mother. I knew in my heart he was alive and
looking for me too. I had been contacted a few times with leads which I
followed up on no matter how crazy (you know what I mean if you have ever
posted anything on Craigslist!). And then... a miracle occurred...
On day 70 on February 18, 2014, after finding a new website called
Nextdoor.com that I posted his disappearance on a day and a half before, I
received a phone call from a lady living near Rudee Inlet who believed she
had been feeding a cat resembling Liam on her back porch for a couple of
months. She said she lived over the bridge but she guessed it was
possible it was Liam... Her name is Alice.
Alice invited me to come over and help me look for him, so I jumped
in my car knowing in my heart Liam and I were about to be together again.
While there, 3 other neighbors confirmed his ID from a Lostmykitty.com
flyer I had with me. Alice and her neighbor Candy knew where I might be
able to find him and what times he was out and about. They told me what
times he came for breakfast and early lunch to Alice's porch, and what
time he disappeared for the day due to the presence of the many feral cats
in the neighborhood. Alice believed he only came out during daylight
because he couldn't compete with the other cats due to an apparent hind
leg injury. Despite it being past his daylight hours, we still continued
to search for an hour and a half until I had to go to work with the intent
of returning immediately after work in the morning. I did return, only I
was 20 minutes too late.
As I arrived at 7:45am and checked my phone, I saw Alice had he sent
me a text message to tell me he had just been eating at 7:25am but had
skittered off. Alice had tried to catch him for me, but with her own
injured foot and the fact he wouldn't let anyone near him, it wasn't
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Armed with my flyer, I walked around knocking on neighbors doors in the
immediate area surrounding Alice's backyard to ask if I could take a look
in their own yards and calling out for Liam in my best mommy voice. When
he didn't come, I decided to get some breakfast until the busy morning
bustle of the neighborhood had calmed down.
At breakfast, I received a text from Alice telling me she was going
to church from 10:30am to 12:30pm but that she would leave her back door
unlocked so I could sit INSIDE of her house and wait for him to come to
the back porch! I was completely taken aback by this woman's generosity.
I had only met her the day before! At 10:04am I returned to the yard I
was told I might find him while the street was quiet. I walked through
the bramble quietly and turned past some pampas grass and low and
behold... there was an emaciated and apparently severely injured and
ghostly looking Liam standing about 10 feet away. I crouched down and
began to softly call his name. He turned his head, looking quite surprised
to see me, but he didn't run. I continued to call his name softly as he
began to recall the soft melody of my voice singing his
name. "Liiiaaam........ Liamiiiidaaaas..... Come here my baby boy....It's
ok....your mommy is here now. Liiiiam...."
Then, my sweet, sweet, blue-eyed baby boy sang me his own melody with
a long meow that said, "Mommy...where in the world have you been!?" as he
began limping towards me. I offered him my hand, and he took it with his
nuzzling face. Tail held high, he began to purr. I scooped him up and
we hurried off home together holding him close the entire way driving home.
Candy had been watching the interaction the whole time from her
balcony and began to cry and cheer.
We made it home, I fed him some Fancy Feast grilled tuna I had been
saving for his homecoming and called the vet who was able to take us at
2:30pm the same day.
I hated to further traumatize him, now that he had finally made it
home, but his left hind leg looked bad and there was poor circulation in
his toes making them cool to the touch so he needed some medical
attention. I think we made up for all 70 days of missed cuddling in those
few hours waiting for his appointment!
After a physical exam and diagnostic tests however, I could have only
wished Liam had a broken foot. It turns out Liam has a crushed left hip
and pelvis which has already fused and has been crushing his colon and
intestines making him unable to pass stool. The vet assumes this all
happened around the time he went missing based on the bone phases of
fusion. The best day of our lives was tainted by finding out we may be
losing each other all over again.
This is where Liam and I ask for your help. Liam, although purring
as he lies in my arms while I tell his story, he lies here limply and
uncomfortable. He needs surgery to stabilize his pelvic and hip bone in
order to rebuild his pelvic canal so he can resume normal bodily
functioning. Unfortunately, this must all happen within the next few
days. Liam may also require amputation of the left hind quarter if we
find his sciatic nerve is irreparable. He is so very ill that he and I
were granted a special gift earlier today to offset some of the surgery
costs from a non-profit volunteer organization by the name of RedRover.org
who is contributing an unusual amount than they generally can offer to
save Liam. If you can’t help Liam at this time, please share our story
with others. We are so grateful to RedRover.org we also ask you keep them
in mind when and if you can help to defray the costs for others in need in
Thank you for hearing our story.
My name is Rosalie Kime. I am child psychiatric nurse and cat lover. Liam
and I are seeking loving souls to keep Liam alive from life-threatening
injuries sustained during the 71 days he went missing.