MY FRIEND MOJO
He tottered towards me in our BBQ area,in the dim light, and I screamed "Yuk its a rat". Closer inspection showed it was a tiny blue eyed grey kitten probably under 4 weeks of age.
It was a cold night, so we brought him in and tried unsuccessfully to feed him. So we wrapped him up in warm rugs with a hot water bottle and put him in a cardboard box, and he immediately fell asleep.
The next day we tried again to feed him but he couldn't lap and so we purchased a feeding bottle, which he took to immediately. So, instead of going to the RSPCA he acquired toys, feeding bowls and a climbing apparatus, and cemented his position in the family.
Naming him took longer as we were not sure if he was a boy or girl, but eventually we decided on Mojo. Bottle feeding went well,and two weeks later he started lapping, and sampling solids mixed in milk. He never made it to the RSPCA obviously, as the family fell in love with him. His antics were amazing to watch as he made himself at home and investigated his palace and played with his humans.
We would sit in front of TV at night but spend most of the time watching him, and laughing at his frolics and playing games with him.
He grew sleek and healthy until suddenly at about 7 months of age he stopped eating and playing, and became lethargic. The vet was mystified but tried antibiotics as his temperature was up a little. Poor mojo started vomiting and refusing even water. Next trip to the vet he was X-rayed which showed some sort of blockage, which turned out to be a twisted stomach.
Poor Mojo got through the operation well, but continued to refuse food for the next few weeks. Then just when we finally decided it would be kinder to put him to sleep, there was a complete turn around as he asked for food for the first time. Over the next few days his appetite grew fiercely and he started demanding five meals a day, which we happily provided, and we watched in amazement as he regained his strength and started showing interest in life again.
We are delighted with his progress and now look forward to many years with our magical cat.
My grandfather was just about to mow his field, when he got a funny feeling. Something told him to look under the blade, and when he did, he found this tiny gray kitten. She only had be a few days old; her mother had abandoned her.
He called my mom, and told her how he'd found a little kitten, and if we might want her. My mom told him that since I'd be coming to their house in a couple days, I could "check her out."
She didn't tell me about the kitten; she left that a surprise.
When I went to my grandparents' house, my Granddad told me to come to the back room. When I did, he lifted up this small cooler with a big towel at the bottom of it. There, all curled up, was the kitten that would become my pride, joy, and life.
My cousins had already named her Fluffy, because she was a little furball, with a slightly flat face.
My mom let me bring her home, at the end of the weekend.
Because she was a newborn, my mom had to take Fluffy to work with her, so she could bottle-feed her. Her boss didn't mind, but told her to keep Fluffy in her office.
Today, Fluffy is six years old, and my best friend. She doesn't have a flat face, but she still is my little furball! =)
A Birthday Wish!
by Jackie Williamson
Kennedy, Kamryn, and Little Miss Kitty. (Yes I said Little)
My youngest daughter wanted a cat for her 5th birthday. I had mentioned this to someone who said "Hey I have one that I will give you". I seen this cute little black and white kitty and took her home right away. My daughter Kamryn named her Oreo.
The next day I took Oreo to be groomed. The groomer called me and said she was flea infested, anemic and was lethargic and not breathing well.
I took Oreo to the vet and she was diagnosed with an abnormal shaped rib cage. Due to the shape it was pressing on her lungs and whenever she became excited she would be unable to breath. We were saddened by all of this. My vet said otherwise she was healthy. I couldn't see any reason not to give her a home, but she didn't need a hyper 5 year old thats for sure.
My vet took her home, where she takes other animals with conditions that need a quiet atmosphere. Now I had to find another kitty for my little girl. I went out to the Humane Society. And thats where we fell in love with Little Miss Kitty. We picked her for her eyes, and that she reminded us of Oreo.
She is an indoor cat, and the best cat you could ask for. She loves to play, take baths, and on occasion eat a strawberry pop tart..lol.
This picture I am submitting is her with her 2 owners, Kennedy and Kamryn. We miss Oreo, but wouldn't trade this little kitty for nothing!