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This blog was created in honor of Khan, the Warrior Cat, to provide his fans with updates and information on his progress. Khan was rescued by Shadow Cats in Round Rock, Texas in 2006, after being hit by a car and found wandering the highway. He underwent several surgeries performed by Dr. Roy Smith at the Central Texas Cat Hospital to restore his smashed jaw, remove his damaged eye, and restore mobility. He still had damaged ears from years of infections, neurological problems, only two teeth, and spinal injuries that affected his gait, but he had a great spirit. He got to know many people, and many others heard his story, during the time he stayed at Shadow Cats and the two years during which we were blessed to have him in our home. This blog is dedicated to them, to all of those involved in his rescue, and to anyone who has helped a cat in desperate need.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Comfort of Purring

Some days, I really need my cats. Today, for example, besides being an unhappy anniversary for most of the country, was just a really bad day at work for me personally. Lately I have a lot of bad days at work. So, besides having my human family to come home to, it's also really nice to have a cat to lie down at your side, undemanding, nonjudgmental, just happy to be there with you. Khan is really great for that because he stays in one spot on the bed for about 16 hours a day, so I never have to beg him or force him to be with me. As soon as he sees me arrive, he starts purring. (He does this as soon as he sees anyone arrive, but that's okay too.) He gets a little annoyed when I start fussing with his "bad" ear--the left one--which even after an operation still leaks a great deal of thick wax that hardens and sticks on the fur around the ear canal. I have to clean it at least every other day or he gets a buildup, and he really hates the cleaning. But he still purrs, even while he's tilting his head away giving me dirty looks over his shoulder. If we go out to the vet, he purrs as soon as he is brought back into the house, before I've even let him out of his carrier. I've owned 8 happy and loving cats over the course of my life (well, 7 happy ones and one grumpy-natured Himalyan) but I've never known a cat who purred more easily and often than Khan. So tonight, I'm going to curl up next to him and probably cry over the injustice in the world, and let him purr in my ear until I feel a little better.



"Come on--we unmade the bed for you!"
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