New Found Joy
by Rodney
(Romulus, MI)
Could You Resist That Face?
I have never really been a cat person, I always more wanted a dog. I was considering getting my kids a pet, but just hadn't moved on it yet.
The other day, I went to pick my kids up from school. I turned down the dirt road and saw something scurry into the grass along the road.
I didn't pay it much attention. I picked the kids up, and headed back down the dirt road and looked to my left. Sitting on the side of the road was the tiniest little kitten huddled under a branch.
It was drizzly outside, and the poor kitten was squealing incessantly. It was so cute, that I couldn't leave it on the road to possibly be killed by a car or hawk or something.
I picked it up, put it in my car and took it home. We fed it and named it Squeaky, because of all the squeaking it was doing. This little cat is so precious, and it appears to be a Moggy.
We've only had it for two days as of this writing, and I haven't had a chance to get it to a vet for a good check up, but it bothers me that someone must have left the cat out on the street.
As they say, "one man's trash is another man's treasure," and Squeaky is a delightful treasure.
Rodney
