Meet Mr. September!
Rocky Dzierzawski
a/k/a: Count Rocky from Catsylvania
Adoption Date: 2/25/10
Gender: Male
Weight: 14.2 pounds - Good body condition
Going to the Vet: I REALLY don’t like being put in a carrier! I much prefer to have the harness and leash put on. Car rides are so fun! I love to sit on the console between the front seats so I can see everything going on. I’m ok in the exam room but if I have to go in back or my human friend has to leave me well……. let’s just say….. they call me a “real pistol”.
BFF (best furry friend): Fluffy (a/k/a Prince Fluffy VonMeowser)
I love to snuggle, clean and play with him. He’s the best furry friend ever! Sometimes he gets mad when I bite him, apparently he doesn’t like it. That’s part of how I got the name Count Rocky.
Favorite Toys: My stuffed puppy and a small red felt mouse. My favorite thing to chew on is the cardboard rolls of paper on a wire called a Cat Dancer – it’s really fun to chase too.
Favorite Place: Anywhere up high. I have an awesome kitty condo where I can see everything going on in the house and outside. The picture was taken of me while I was sleeping with my stuffed dog in the middle floor bedroom of it.
Age: The warden said I was about 2 when I was paroled but, at my first checkup, the Vet thought I was a little older.
My 'Hisstory':
People thought I was a bit of a bad boy in my younger years and I was in kitty jail for a while. I was moved from one maximum-security facility to another. They were all the same, cold steel cage, solitary confinement, not a pretty place.
One sunny, summer day my number finally came up for parole. I saw many people walking by picking up other parolees. Finally, late in the day, I saw this couple walking by. I made eye contact with the guy – I had him at ‘Meow’.
I wasn’t feeling well that day, but was happy to be going home. The guy thought it was really cute that I was forcing the cardboard carrier open to be petted by him, he didn’t realize how claustrophobic I am. I was a very sick kitty and became very cranky the next day. I was coughing and using biting and scratching as a way of conveying how sick I was. That’s mainly how I got the name Count Rocky.
Thanks to Exclusively Cats I was able to fully recover from my kennel cough. The doctors there also discovered and removed 3 stones from my bladder (which didn’t help my disposition). Today I’m happy, healthy and feeling great!
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