Rocky’s arrival:
Loud and plaintive cries coming from somewhere deep in my garage four years ago this month led to the discovery of Rocky Raccoon hiding under a work bench, near death. He smelled awful, could barely eat because of his rotten teeth and advanced gingivitis, was severely undernourished (less than half his normal weight), and as, it turned out, anemic with a slew of other maladies. After medicine, antibiotics, blood transfusion, six-tooth extraction (8 were already missing), and eventual partial tail amputation after a few inches inexplicably died and fell off, he blossomed into the handsome guy he is now. He was first assessed to be 7-8 years old, but once he regained his health, his vets felt he was younger than first believed. I think he’s around 6-7 years old now, four years after I found the sad , three-quarters-dead , stinky and noisy thing in my garage. You’d never think it was the same cat.
Rocky Raccoon
Name: Rocky Raccoon
Age: unknown
Date found dying in garage: April 2002
Breed: Maine Coon (hence his name)
April 2006
