I am not sure exactly when my birthday is, but I get to celebrate all I want right around now each year. I don’t even know what a birthday is, but I know it means I get extra treats, so that’s great. The other two cats that live here get spoiled a bit too. None of us know exactly when we were born, but at least old Midnight and I have a clue. Mr. Fluffy decided to live here when he was already an adult. He just showed up one night and never left. My story is much more interesting. I’d like to say “fun”, but it really wasn’t.
See, Frannie didn’t want me at first, and I didn’t want to be around any humans at all. It was a dark and stormy night… er, day, in mid-July of 2007. I was just a tiny kitten, about 6 weeks old, and I lost my mother somewhere out in the storm. I found my way into the boiler room of a hotel, soaking wet and so cold I swear my teeth were chattering. The rain was pounding and hissing, wind was whistling loudly, and the thunder was even louder. I thought I was safe to have a good cry unnoticed. It wasn’t to be.
See, an angel named Heather was the GM of that hotel. I don’t know if she has bionic hearing or what, but over all that noise she heard me crying. Wow, was I scared when she found me. I tried to bite her when she picked me up but I didn’t have strength left to do any damage.
She told me she couldn’t let me stay at the hotel. Animals were not allowed on the premises. She didn’t offer to let me out into the storm again either, though. She just dried me off with a towel, put me in a box with another towel, and picked up the phone.
“Mom, I found this kitten, could you keep it just overnight ‘til I find it a home…”. A faint groan sounded from the earpiece, and some mumbling. Frannie did not sound as nice as her daughter.
“But Mom, the shelter is closed, and I can’t keep it here…, just overnight, really.”
Well, I guess you know how that turned out. Next time I’ll tell you “the rest of the story”. Right now, I’m late for my nap.
See, Frannie didn’t want me at first, and I didn’t want to be around any humans at all. It was a dark and stormy night… er, day, in mid-July of 2007. I was just a tiny kitten, about 6 weeks old, and I lost my mother somewhere out in the storm. I found my way into the boiler room of a hotel, soaking wet and so cold I swear my teeth were chattering. The rain was pounding and hissing, wind was whistling loudly, and the thunder was even louder. I thought I was safe to have a good cry unnoticed. It wasn’t to be.
See, an angel named Heather was the GM of that hotel. I don’t know if she has bionic hearing or what, but over all that noise she heard me crying. Wow, was I scared when she found me. I tried to bite her when she picked me up but I didn’t have strength left to do any damage.
She told me she couldn’t let me stay at the hotel. Animals were not allowed on the premises. She didn’t offer to let me out into the storm again either, though. She just dried me off with a towel, put me in a box with another towel, and picked up the phone.
“Mom, I found this kitten, could you keep it just overnight ‘til I find it a home…”. A faint groan sounded from the earpiece, and some mumbling. Frannie did not sound as nice as her daughter.
“But Mom, the shelter is closed, and I can’t keep it here…, just overnight, really.”
Well, I guess you know how that turned out. Next time I’ll tell you “the rest of the story”. Right now, I’m late for my nap.
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