Not sure why but I have a keen sense of hearing when it comes to kittens crying. This week while finishing up my morning hair ritual, I thought I heard a kitten crying. I looked on the bed and Boo Boo & Rory were sprawled out as usual, enjoying there preci0us morning time on my soft, fluffy bed. I muted the TV to make sure I wasn’t hearing things and there it was again. I went out in the backyard to see if I could hear the direction it was coming from and when I opened the side gate, there he was and he came right to me when I called him Pumpkin.
He’s very tiny and looks to be about 6 weeks old. Guess we have a new addition to the family. I introduced him and had a quick “don’t have him for a snack” conversation with Boo Boo & Rory before I hit the road to the office.
Funny thing is when I got home my feral kitty, Morris, was waiting at the door. I haven’t seen him in quite a few months. He showed up on my doorstep about a year ago and it was clear that he’d lived a long and very hard life. He was pretty beat up and dirty and I did my best to fix him up. My neighbor took him in for a while but we agreed that after I had fixed him up he had a few homes that he visited. He would be gone for a few months and we would hope for the best and then he’d show up again, have a snack and be on his way. This time, he looked so good and clean and had gained quite a bit of weight. I know he has found a good home and it was almost like he came by to let me know he’s doing good and to pass the gift of my love and attention on to Pumpkin. They say that animals never forget a human’s kindness and I do believe this is the case.
When I opened the door, they were all waiting for me so I guess they listened as Pumpkin was still in one piece as was the house. Hope you can take a minute this busy season to share your love with an animal that may be in need. The rewards are priceless.