SO I am familiar with the name Pearlie Mae because of the song sung by our local Front Porch Swinging Liquor Pigs, and I tried to find a link to it somewhere so I could put it in here because I thought that would be great but I can't find it... but here is a quick video of the boys over a decade ago in Mexico- Rusty, Dave and Randy! Just pretend they're singing "Pearlie Mae"....
And here is what Natalie wrote about the precious Pearlie Mae- I had a hard time deciding on a photo because there are so many great ones!
"In spring of 2016 we pet sat for a household where Pearly Mae, then 3, was being fostered with other cats and weimaraners who were bullying her so she was largely in hiding. She would come out and visit with me on the landing while everyone else was still asleep and imprinted on me right away.
We adopted her and she hid in the basement here for several months at first but gradually completely took over the house and our hearts. Before that her vet had rescued her from a farm in Michigan where she had previously been spayed and released but couldn't thrive so she'd been smuggled to MN to start a new life.
She had a bob tail and a spinal deformity since birth, and lots of medical needs that stemmed from that - plus a few which didn't - so she required constant care: solensia shots for arthritis, lactulose, pills, water from a drip and enemas for chronic constipation, a daily eye drop to reduce pressure on her one bad eye plus she had most of her teeth removed over her life with us to address tooth resorption. In her later years she also struggled with UTIs and advanced kidney disease. It was a lot but absolutely worth it to live with the funniest, cutest, softest, sassiest cat you've ever met for 9 years until her passing last year.
She stole a little pink hedgehog stuffie from a tabletop she wasn't supposed to be on and claimed it as her baby. She loved hunting her toys and had a special noise she made in the middle of the night when she proudly carried them all around the house - sort of a rising moan into a chirp.
She hated my singing and never really got along with Snowboots but she was generally incredibly easy going. The fact that she was happy to be picked up and carried around was great considering how often she had to visit the vet and she got many compliments for being a perfect patient, popular with even those vets less enthusiastic about cats generally...
We are forever changed for having known Pearly Mae and will always miss her but we know that her medical care was beginning to be inconsistent with quality of life. We miss her every day."
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