The Winston Story

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One of Winston's most defining features is his extra-long proboscis. Yep, kitty has a big nose. Not just a big nose, but a long one, too. When we first got him back in late November at a Kitty Kind Pet Co adoption at Union Square, he hadn't grown into his nose yet and was just a scared little kitty hiding behind our toilet (see inset photo). 1stwinstonphotoWe were told he was a year-old cat who had been rescued, and though we were supposed to get his medical records faxed to us, they never came. Winston, according to our vet, is probably two or three years old. He was just so skinny when we got him, that he appeared to be just exiting kittenhood. A good, healthy five or so pounds later, Winston is enjoying life. He's gotten over his extremely stinky poop problem (thank the kitty litter gods) and now contents himself with eating and an alternating schedule of annoying and loving on Sebastian, our original kitty who needed a friend. He also enjoys sitting on people's shoulders and perching in easy reach of humans for extra affection.

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ryan said:

I had a cat named Winston once - are you also a fan of 1984? Aside from the medical records, what was your take on kitty kind?

Dennis said:

Well.. Kitty Kind suggest that we feed Winston wet food. Our vet explained that it was probably the wet food that was giving him an upset stomach (stinky poo)... So, I wouldn't listen to their advice in taking care of your cat.

Kitty Kind felt a little too rushed for my tastes, not super organized, kind of a cat free-for-all. But the people helping seemed to really love the animals. If you weren't exceptionally weird, it seemed you could take a cat no questions asked (well, plus the adoption fee, which I think was around $120). We did overhear a staff member tell one guy (who was admittedly acting kind of strange) that he'd need to have a waiting period or something, and when they mentioned something about doing a house visit, he bolted.

la penguina said:

i think you forgot to mention that he was a serial killer in a past life. not a crazed, demented serial killer, mind you, but just one that could get things done, lickety-split. (we have to spell E-V-I-L so he doesn't know that we're on to him)

ok, so i'm exaggerating, but there was something a bit, well, unnerving about him when you first brought him home ...

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