My name is Maddpurr, and I too, happen to be a purraholic (hence the name). I was abandoned as a kitten at a campground in up state NY. I guess I became a purraholic to convince humans to take pity on me and share their food.
My looks also helped a great deal because I am a beautiful long haired white cat with ice blue eyes. That and the purring worked like a charm. I guess I prostituted myself somewhat to survive, but I didn't care. Then one day Rocco and Leigh Ann came along and changed my life. They are hopelessly devoted catophiles who loved me despite my uncontrollable purring fits and my fleas. They did more than just throw me scraps and shoo me away like other humans. They took me into their home, killed my fleas, and gave me back my feline dignity.
They introduced me to their other two cats Pumpkin and Patches. Patches explained to me that he was rescued from a pet store window at the mall, a life full of its own humiliations. Pumpkin said she thought she was history when her former humans left her at shelter because she was no longer a 'cute kitty'. Rocco and Leigh Ann have helped us greatly. I now have a wonderful support group that has helped me gain controll of my purring. Pumpkin is starting to control her weight, but Patches is still having trouble with his aggression and he has been there the longest. Are there any groups out there that deal with angry cats? If so I will try to get him to talk.
Thank you for hearing my story,
Love Maddpurr.Dear Gang,
A few days ago Pumpkin's appetite got out of hand when she devoured Floyd the parakeet. Our humans were not happy!
Loud Motor Purrs,