April 28th 2010 8:02 am
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I grew and grew and grew some more. I will be a year old soon. Just think last summer I was found during the aftermath of a thunderstorm when my world was at its darkest point, soaked, broken and in pain. When I thought, I was going to die out of the night a strong hand plucked me out of the darkness and brought me home.
I struggled for a long time to become healthy. The wound on my belly took a long time to heal. It was as large as a silver dollar and I was only 5 weeks old, they tell my eyes were still blue. I laugh when they say that because Perry still has blue eyes and he is almost 15 years old, what's the big deal? Then came the day when I got up and half of my tail just dropped off. I did not feel it, but my new two-legged mom took me right away to that stinky place with all the needles and left me there for a while.
I was so scared, but I went right to sleep and when I woke up she was right there. She snuggled me against her and I felt safe again. I hate that stinky place! She has taken me there a few times since, I always get scared when we go there and try to make myself very small. It is very hard to do now I weigh 14 pounds and cannot snuggle as close to her as I used to. They seem to find me in her arms so much quicker.
We never stay very long now though. She has never left me like that time my tail dropped off. I hope nothing like that ever happens again. I do not go outside, it is scary out there but I do spend time looking out the windows. I have other cats to play with, the old ones do not like to play very much so my two legged parents got me a little brother. His name is poppy. He is a trouble maker and I like to watch him as he gets into trouble, but not me I am the good cat... I never, no not me.. I never get into trouble!
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