Letter from Gramps' rescuers:

"To the Staff at Town Cats,
We are so pleased that Sylvester (aka Gramps) is getting such good care. Dr. Saunders brought over the essay "Most Senior Resident." We know what you mean about him stealing chairs. Whenever we didn't have a client I'd sneak him in the back room, but the minute the door opened he tottered out and headed for the front offices. Even though he could barely walk, he managed to jump onto a vacant chair and he did not want to move. When he was outside and a patient came to the door, he could move like a flash and squeeze in the door before it closed. Once he didn't go fast enough and got squished and had to be rescued. He loved to lie under car wheels and because he's quite deaf [Town Cats has discovered that Gramps his not deaf after all, he is just a very deep sleeper] he couldn't hear the cars start up. We were constantly watching the parking lot to make sure he wasn't under a car. But one night my daughter was working late and when she left she didn't see him under her wheel. It was dark and so is he. She called from her cell phone in an absolute panic. My husband jumped in the car and raced to the office. Kim was near hysteria! They picked him up and took him to the vet but he said there was nothing broken. Just the old hip injury. This cat is a miracle cat. He has survived so much just since we've known him, I can't imagine what he went through before to get into such a state.
We had an amusing experience when I picked him up from the Cat Hospital on Hamilton Avenue where they kept him a couple of nights for severe congestions. I came with a cardboard box that had a towel in the bottom. Two other ladies came in for their cats. They had elaborate carriers. One even had little windows with curtains. When their cats came out they were lovely and fluffy and obviously well cared for. The ladies made a big fuss over them. Then out came Sylvester with his mangy, dandruff flaked coat, his nose running and his body just a skeleton. They looked in horror and clutched their animals to themselves. I'm sure they were terrified that Sylvester had some dreaded disease. They quickly placed their cats into their fancy carriers. I stuck Sylvester in his cardboard box. He sat down not bothered about anything and off we went. I'm sure the ladies complained to the staff about letting such riff-raff into the clinic.
I'd love to see him in his sweater(s), I'm sure he looks quite elegant. He has such lovely long legs with paws just slightly turned out - like a dancer.
Thank you for taking such good care of him. He's a very fortunate cat."

Christine F.