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Rescue pets: The luckiest kitten around

SALLY FRENCH
Last updated 05:00 11/05/2013
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FORTUNATE FELINE: Lucky the cat was rescued by Sally French.

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After losing my cat to renal failure a year prior, I had decided I would not go looking for another cat. We had two others in the house who we loved dearly (and still do) but I had a special bond with my boy, and I knew I could not duplicate that. I was devastated when he died.

Then, I received a frantic call from my sister, a school teacher. She and her class had found a litter of orphaned kittens, tiny little things, in desperate need of help. My sister was concerned as the SPCA would not take them until they were weaned, so she asked me if I could help.

Of course, I said yes, and little did I know what was heading my way.

My sister arrived with two tiny little balls of fuzz. One, all grey, (who was already spoken for, once he was weaned) and another little tiny grey and white baby, who looked a lot like my lost boy.

And so it was to be.

Bottle feeds every three hours soon had them healthy and happy, despite severe dehydration when they came to my home. I believe that, if I was getting up at 2am to bottle feed the cat then darn it, he was my baby!

I had them vet checked, the consensus was that they were only two weeks old at best, poor darlings!

After a while, the grey kitten went off to his new home, and Lucky began following me everywhere. It was nothing to see me wandering through the house, doing housework, with this tiny kitten tucked into the hood of my jacket.

To this day he still sits on my shoulder. He is very clearly my cat, he rarely cuddles other people, he watches and waits for me. The flatmates almost never see him, unless I am around, then he follows me everywhere.

He meows when he comes into the house, knowing that I will respond, so he can figure out where I am and come for a cuddle.

He travels fairly well and has visited my grandmother at her rest home where he charmed all the residents and promptly fell asleep on her bed.

I have been told by several different people that they have never seen a cat love a person more, or a person love a cat more than me and my Lucky.

I strongly believe my lost boy had a hand (or a paw?) in sending Lucky to me, he has helped me heal and I don't know what I would do without him.


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