Liam's Story 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 formed. 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 Cand

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 the future. 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 du