December 20th 2007 4:24 pm
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The diary is a tribute to Fluffy's life. She will live on in our hearts forever.
I had an extraordinary life with my human mom. The beginning, however, wasn't so wonderful. In fact it is a miracle that I even survived. My feline mom was a feral cat. I was born in July of 1998 in a small utility shed in Epping, NH. There were five of us in all. I had four sisters and one brother. Mom would have to leave us often to hunt for food. One day, when I was about four weeks old, mom went out to find food and she never came back! It was cold and raining outside and we were scared! My brother crawled out of the shed to go and look for mom. He cried and cried for her. A human lady found my brother on her lawn. He was soaked through from the rain and he was very cold. She took him inside the house and tried to warm him, but he was too weak. My brother went to the bridge, so I guess he did find mom after all. The lady, whose name was Diana, and her husband brought the rest of us inside the house too. Diana's husband said that he had seen our mom dead on the side of the road. I was very sad. A few days later, Diana put me inside of a carrier and took me for a ride in her car. That was when I met my human mom! Mom had a bed for me, a litter box, food, water and lots of toys. She introduced me to my older sister cat, Pippen. I don't think that Pippen was too happy to meet me at first. She hissed at me. We became friends after awhile.
Mom took me to see the Vet a few days later. That was when I met Dr. Martin. I loved Dr. Martin right away! I was so tiny that he couldn't give me my vaccinations right away. I was only about four weeks old and weighed about one pound.
Mom soon realized that I liked to ride in the car. She started taking me with her on errands. She bought me a little kitten harness and started to teach me how to walk on a harness and leash. My training had begun.
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