I adopted Baxter from the veterinarian that takes care of my snake. He recently was having issues shedding his eyecaps during normal sheds so I took him in so she could remove it safely. While she was working on it, we were talking about how my fiance and I were thinking about adopting a cat but were trying to find the right one. (My fiance was hot and cold about it for a month before we got one because he wanted to make sure he'd be ready for it, although admittedly, I'm happily the primary caregiver!)
We wanted one that was a tad older (around 1 year) with short hair since we have allergic friends. We also wanted a cat that was independent enough to be okay without us during the day but social when we were around.
The doctor was really surprised to hear all those things and said "We have your cat!" And proceeded to tell us a story about Baxter (a 1-year-old shorthaired cat) and his previous owner. It was a college student living at home with his mom, kids that the mom takes care of for money, and a ton of dogs and other cats. Presumably something traumatic happened (tossing the cat, the cat falling down the stairs, etc) that caused the ball on Baxter's left hip bone to break completely off. He was immobile for two days before they brought him in.
Seriously hip surgery had to be done, but the college student couldn't afford it and the mom refused to help so they surrendered the cat. The vet decided to go ahead and do the surgery (they also neutered and microchipped him) then they put him back up for adoption.
It was fate! I adopted him after all the presumably expensive surgeries and he's recovering very nicely. He's such a g ood boy and my fiance and I are overwhelmingly happy!
Without further ado:
Here he is, all cuddly and such. He's like a dog--belly rubs trump all!
Even post-surgery kitties need to play! Here he is, surrounded by toys. (You can even see Samba, my snake, in the background!)