March 5th 2012 7:21 am
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Mom and Dad don't know for sure when I was born. The date given was based on the first time Dad 'saw' me. It wasn't long after that I was taken in, taken to the vet, got my shots, and was tested...and that was when it was found out I was FIV+.
The rescue who had been set to take me told my aunt 'No, we can't. He's got the FIV virus." When Mom pointed out that they had very generously taken the donation toward my care, they told mom that they would allow me to be shown on weekends.
So what do I remember about how I came to be outside? Well, I'm not telling. For us, we dont' spend much time looking back. We live in the Now. Perhaps thats why most of us are so happy...it's the little things we find delightful....the nice food at mealtime, the long, peaceful snoozes on a comfortable blanket in a patch of sun or pillow, a new toy, someone brushing or stroking us.
My birthday is written somewhere in Time. It doesn't matter much-I'm one of many mango cats who've leapt the light fantastic and landed, squre, in a path of floor to gaze up at my people with little 'mews' that are much too small and soft for my big orange body. How I make mommy smile when if she's late with my mid-day snack when she's home and resting on the sofa, when I leap up to the arm of the sofa, an inch away from her face and lower my head to stare with owl like eyes into hers and say 'mrrrrrow!' so insistantly.
Of course it gets me a meal. I know how to reach my people and get my needs met.
It wasn't always the case, and I'm so grateful for what I have. I am so happy to have a human family who love me, and other furs who's purrs I hear sometimes when I roll over onto my side. Even the small fat furry form of Princess as she darts out at me to show me she counts...I'm grateful.
I'm grateful that my health is well enough for me to play and chase CK and the occasional milk jug ring around the small wood space of flooring.
And I'm grateful to all the wonderful cats here, and their folks, who we've come to know and purr with. How wonderous you all are! Every coat hue and length and so many lovely feline's in so many forms....could a Mango cat ever know more breathtaking beauty than such?
And to those, who share this day....I wish you years of good health and happiness. And to those who share this day with me, my friends, and all, in from the cold, or not....I send you purrs, with half closed eyes filled with sleepy mystery. For such, as you know, is the magick of Cat.
Love and light to you all...
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Most of the owners doesn't knoz thez kitties' birddate!! Mine is a approximate date. Sissy haz celebrated my birdday two months befur my guts-a day. Sheez thinks meez wuss 2-2.5 months old when sheez brought meez home.
a o'ruff lá breithe an-sásta agus go leor leor !!
You are a beautiful sweet loving cute kitty and you write in a way that makes moms heart feel the words. coming in from the cold (or the heat) is the best thing that can happen to a kitty.
I'm so happy to be your pal - hope you had a pawsome day today!