The Cure

As most of you know, I have been very sad for the past week or so because my beloved Cassie was hit by a car and killed. I cried and moped and felt like I had a hole in my heart. Finally on Wed. I decided enough was enough. Surely there was a cat somewhere that needed me; a cat to fill that hole. After a phone call or two, I got a lead and headed off to see what I could find, and I found this!!

This little orange furball was left in a box by a dumpster with its two litter mates. Luckily someone good picked them up and took them home and I got first choice. I had some misgivings when I saw how tiny it was. I have not had a kitten in so many years. Most of my cats have been rescue cats; already grown when I took them in. As soon as it started purring in my arms, though, I knew I was hooked.

I had the vet check it out and he was unable to determine its sex as yet, so "it" has no name. It weighs 15 oz. and he thinks it is about 7 weeks old. It uses the litter box and eats Purina kitty food and plays with shoelaces and sleeps and purrs. When I am at the computer, it climbs up my leg and curls up in my lap and purrs. It also shows great interest in the monitor, following the movements and purring.

I was somewhat worried how Bella, our 75lb. dog would react to such a tiny creature, but I did not have to worry for long. She loves it!! The first day, kitty hissed every time Bella came near her, but now they are the best of friends. I hope to get some good photos of the two together in the days to come.

I will always miss the years of love and comfort Cassie gave me, but somehow the pain no longer hurts so much. I think this little one and I were meant to find each other.

Hopefully in a week or two, he or she will be given a name. Let me know if you have any suggestions. :)