I feel lucky to have him. He has the sweetest personality. Felix is one big lump of love. Actually, he is more like a dog. He talks and has to sit next to me wherever I am. I had to put a folding chair next to the computer so he can sit near me otherwise he cries.
He was living in foster care in Manhattan. The foster caregiver had dogs and non-declawed cats which were terrorizing him. It was an emergency adoption. The former owners had a baby and gave him away. Considering his markings and conformity to the breed standard, I am certain they paid a forturne for him.
The attached picture is of him in his window sill perch. The Maine Coon cat is the largest breed of domestic cat. He has big white paws and pokes me when he feels I need to be giving him more attention.
After reading Rescuing Sprite, I was motivated to look for a shelter animal. When I saw Felix’s sad and unhappy picture on the internet, I went into the city the next day and brought him home. Within 3 days, he was fully adjusted. He has never been outside and has always lived in an apartment. It was the perfect adoption since I wouldn’t be home enough for a dog.
I live alone and have to admit the best part of the day is the warm meowing greeting I get from him when coming home. I feel like he has turned this apartment into a home. I encourage anyone who has the means to give one of these angels a home.
John from NJ
Dear Levin Family,
I just read your tribute to Sprite, and I laughed and cried. You and your family show a true love to your dogs. We have four cats…Zima, the oldest is 14 to as young as I think 4. We only had 2 cats Zima & Ziggy, then my son had a cat & he moved and we inhereited Cinamon & the youngest one (which is all black) we got on our doorstep Halloween night. We named her Onyx. We asked the neighbors and nobody claimed her.
So…anyway we feel for your loss. I’m writing this two fold, one is about your loss of Sprite and the other is I had a stroke 10 years ago. I was 44. It effected my right side. I’ve handled it well and got back to what I usually do with the help of my husband with cleaning…I was quite a reader before my stroke. I read just about every book…then my stroke. I couldn’t read anymore…I would reread a sentence about a dozen times and it wouldn’t make sense. I picked up a book now and again and it was the same thing.
Well, I read a book the first of May, on a trip to the Oregon Coast, and I don’t know but I READ it. It felt so good! Your’s is the sixth book I’ve read…I went to the bookstore…(I had heard you on TV about your loving dog, Sprite) and got your book. I learned you can never give up even if it takes you 10 years!
Hugs,
Loretta from OR
Hello Mark – love your show as always. Sad week last week here though – one of my 2 dogs passed away, quite unexpected on Nov 2nd. Katie had such a kind loving heart. She was doctoring for an infection. I sensed that she wasn\’t having a good day. I picked her up and held her for a while, gave her a hug and kiss then put her down to rest. She went to here corner and went to sleep. I checked on her a while later and she was gone. We were heartbroken.
Mark from NY