Arrival Story: My mummy wanted a kitten so after phoning around she got the address of a lady who said she had 2 so she went along to see them. When she got there the woman showed her into her kitchen and opened the cupboard under the sink and there amongst the cleaning things were 2 of the smallest kittens she'd ever seen a little black and white boy (me) and a grey girl. The lady told her that we were eating on our own and were old enough to leave our mum so she picked us both up and took us home quick. Later that day at the vets mummy was told that we were only about 2 and half to 3 weeks old and we were very sick. Sadly 3 weeks later my sister who mummy had named Chloe died in her sleep, A few days after she died mummy got a call from the lady she got me from asking for us back and it turns out that my kitty mummy was a pedigree persian but we weren't so they had taken the 2 that couldn't pass as persian and seperated us from our brothers and sisters and kept us in the cupboard and it was lucky mummy came when she did because our real mummy had stopped feeding us because we wern't with our siblings. Sadly all the other kittens had died (so i'm the only one who survived) and she wanted us back to sell, Mummy had a few choice words for her and told her exactly where to go!
Bio: I've been diagnosed with spinal spondylosis which means extra bits of bone are growing on my spine and fusing to other bits ( i think that makes sense!) as theres no cure and no treatment except painkiller it means I just have to learn to live with it, but hey it could be worse !
I went peacefully to the bridge on june 1st 2009
I had the vets today, he gave me enough painkiller to last until monday but it looks like on monday i go to the bridge, mums devastated.
I'm not eating again and i'm hardly moving, i still drink and purr but i think its almost time for me to cross the bridge...i don't know what my mum will do without me.....