Where it all began…
Hi! I'm Taylor, Nefie's owner, and this is the story of how a broke college student was graced with the opportunity to own a bengal cat:
In late September a Home Depot employee captured a bengal cat that was spotted in the parking lot for the past week. The cat was then given to the Boulder Humane Society where her RFID chip identified her as "Barbarella" weighing in at 6 pounds at about three years of age. The Humane Society contacted the number given on her RFID chip, which I'm assuming was her breeder. The breeder said that she was sold to someone else and that they did not have any information on her previous owner.
At this time I was religiously looking for my tuxedo cat, Momo. Every day I was scavenging craigslist ads and near by shelters for my cat. The Boulder Valley Humane Society was beyond hospitable and didn't mind my excessive visits to their lost and found kennel. One Friday morning I woke up to a phone call from a strange number. I answered the call hoping it was about the late Momo and it was. The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to an older gentleman named Sam. He worked in the graveyard across from my street and found Momo's collar. I told him I was looking for a black and white cat and Sam kindly broke me the news of my cat's untimely death in the cemetery. Broken down and exhausted I stayed in bed all day and tried my best to go on with my life for the next week.
At this time BHS had Barbarella listed online, but after a week of time in the humane society she was now BVHS property. I am a crazy cat lady so I was astounded that someone would so easily give up an exotic cat. My roommate and I decided to go pay her a visit because we both were intrigued by her cheetah like coat. By chance we arrived right when the shelter opened and were greeted by Barbarella's room. We asked the nearest attendant to let us into her habitat and inside we went. At first she was crouched down on the tallest platform. My roommate and I at first were a little scared, but then once we pet her we knew she was friendly. "She goes up for adoption today," the attendant told us. My roommate's eyes expanded as she exclaimed to me the importance of owning this cat. I ended up putting a hold on her for 24 hours for good measure and slept on the decision. I called my sister and she said that it was fate that I owned Barbarella. I went back to BVHS and had some alone time with the petite bengal. The BVHS vet told me her background story and I knew that we were two independent girls just looking for a companion. One hour, two test, and $100 dollars later she was mine! And the rest is history...
Hi! I'm Taylor, Nefie's owner, and this is the story of how a broke college student was graced with the opportunity to own a bengal cat:
In late September a Home Depot employee captured a bengal cat that was spotted in the parking lot for the past week. The cat was then given to the Boulder Humane Society where her RFID chip identified her as "Barbarella" weighing in at 6 pounds at about three years of age. The Humane Society contacted the number given on her RFID chip, which I'm assuming was her breeder. The breeder said that she was sold to someone else and that they did not have any information on her previous owner.
At this time I was religiously looking for my tuxedo cat, Momo. Every day I was scavenging craigslist ads and near by shelters for my cat. The Boulder Valley Humane Society was beyond hospitable and didn't mind my excessive visits to their lost and found kennel. One Friday morning I woke up to a phone call from a strange number. I answered the call hoping it was about the late Momo and it was. The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to an older gentleman named Sam. He worked in the graveyard across from my street and found Momo's collar. I told him I was looking for a black and white cat and Sam kindly broke me the news of my cat's untimely death in the cemetery. Broken down and exhausted I stayed in bed all day and tried my best to go on with my life for the next week.
At this time BHS had Barbarella listed online, but after a week of time in the humane society she was now BVHS property. I am a crazy cat lady so I was astounded that someone would so easily give up an exotic cat. My roommate and I decided to go pay her a visit because we both were intrigued by her cheetah like coat. By chance we arrived right when the shelter opened and were greeted by Barbarella's room. We asked the nearest attendant to let us into her habitat and inside we went. At first she was crouched down on the tallest platform. My roommate and I at first were a little scared, but then once we pet her we knew she was friendly. "She goes up for adoption today," the attendant told us. My roommate's eyes expanded as she exclaimed to me the importance of owning this cat. I ended up putting a hold on her for 24 hours for good measure and slept on the decision. I called my sister and she said that it was fate that I owned Barbarella. I went back to BVHS and had some alone time with the petite bengal. The BVHS vet told me her background story and I knew that we were two independent girls just looking for a companion. One hour, two test, and $100 dollars later she was mine! And the rest is history...