July 7th 2010 8:10 am
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5 years ago today, Harley and I were living in a cold metal cage at the SPCA. I had been there for about a week and no one wanted me. I was called Priscilla.....ugh. Harley, known then as Honey, was adopted but RETURNED....for being lethargic. They think I was about 6 years old then and Harley was 10 weeks.
In the afternoon, a couple came in. The woman had swollen eyes and I could tell she had been crying. The man just wanted to make his wife happy. They looked around at all the cages filled with kitties. Harley got the man's attention by batting at his baseball cap and throwing litter around. I stayed quiet until the woman finally found me (I was tucked in the corner) and our heart and soul became connected at that very minute. I gently put my paw out and meowed. It was love right then and there.
So....we were put in separate carriers and traveled 30 minutes to our new home. Harley pounced out of his carrier upon arrival and proceeded to break one of Mommy's candle holders. I was frightened beyond belief and headed to hide under the chaise lounge.
Mommy took us to the vet the next day and it is a good thing. It was the first of three times she has saved my life. The vet and her assistant had the widest eyes when they took my temp...in my hiney...(pork chops). It was 107 degrees, higher than they ever had seen. I was scooped up and held for the day as they administered antibiotics and fluid treatment. The vet was sure I would have died the very next day without the medicine. Harley was sick, also and he was given antibiotics. He weighed 3 lbs. at the time.
FAST FORWARD 5 years......
You all know how very spoiled I am. Mom and I slept in and snuggled as the sun shone through the window and the fan blew on us. Harley slept at the end of the bed, as usual. He's gained a little weight in the last few days (to the tune of 27 lbs!!) and you all know the health scares I have had.
We are thankful for our forever home. It is something that every animal should experience. And our presence in Mommy's life has softened the grief of losing Roscoe. She never thought she could have the same connection with another cat.....but she was wrong. Our purrants love and cherish us so very much...even though Harley had 7 poop balls outside of the litter box this morning!
Happy 5 years to us.....and here is to many many more!
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I too am sooo thankful your mom and dad gave you a great furever home!
*wipes tears from eyes* Happy Gotcha Day to you, Harley, and your loving parents! You are right where you belong!