"Whiskers' Story"
CatBrat says life is an adventure,
filled with journeys and stories to tell.
Everyone comes from somewhere.
This is my story...

As CatBrat tells it... Well, first of all, I'm a creature that loves nature and all it's creatures, great and small. It would be unusual to not have one (or more) such creatures in residence. It was unanimous, we decided we needed a kitty!


Cat's are the most adaptable creatures and purrrfect  for our little city abode. They are sort of trainable,  depending on what you have in mind for them to learn. I happen to find their independence and antics wonderfully amusing. Encourage them when they do 
something particular, and you've got a training point.
 

So, off we went, looking around, but no one we knew had  any kittens. Because we are genuinely concerned for all those unwanted, neglected litters of kittens out there, we went to the classified section of the newspaper. There were several, I can't imagine how many sad stories were written between those lines.
 
Then, one little add just caught my eye:

Litter of kittens.

Free.
Moving out of State.

YES! (I thought) This is the place, we HAVE to go HERE!
  
What did we find?

It was a house, front door wide open, boxes everywhere,  obviously in the process of packing to move. We were introduced to the mother cat and I was impressed that she looked directly into my eyes and spoke to me when I greeted her. Tall, fine boned, a stately graceful walk, black and white, very pretty and looked basically healthy. I can't say  why, but I was thinking to myself, "she's a good mother in a not so good environment..." as she followed us...

We were lead to a small bathroom with a two foot high piece of wood across the doorway.  Looking over inside we were assaulted with the stench of a filthy litter box. As I stepped across, the mother cat said something to me, but didn't jump the barrier. To the side was one of those cat posts about a foot high with several ledges jutting out.  A bowl was half filled with old stale water.  We had to hold our breath as we stepped inside. Wrapped among themselves were six kittens, no more than six to seven weeks old.  Sleepy, unkempt, thin, might not make it. I even watched each kitten's tummy to make sure they were breathing. Only two could manage to awaken enough to react to our arrival.

It was a toss up. Which one?  I held one kitten, my son held the other, but I wanted to hold his again.  He looked at me with a grin and said, "This one!" and handed her to me.


Okay, we got a kitty!
When we arrived home we gave her a no-water bath made for kittens to deflea her because she was so badly infested with fleas. I checked her over thoroughly, her mouth was healthy and pink, no loose teeth, nose clear, eyes became bright and inquisitive. She just mewed and talked like she'd just never had so much attention. When I put her down, she followed me like a little furry tumbleweed! But her ears concerned me, they were very dirty with a black crusty material inside, a sign of Ear Mites. The vet recommended drops and before long her ears were clear and clean. Who is to say if that tiny neglected kitten would have made it or not, had we not taken her with us.
We named her "Whiskers" because she has incredible 
long white whiskers. She is strictly an indoor cat, 
except for veterinarian visits, in which case she has her own mobile cat carrier. We have not seen one flea on her since her first deflea bath as a kitten, she wears a flea collar as a precaution. No she is not de-clawed, I do not subscribe to the practice - period.

So now you know her story. She is five years old, 
she greets me when I get home from work, we play every 
day, her favorite game is tag, she is laying across my 
lap as I type this and tonight she will sleep on my 
bed. Yes, she is well loved, cared for and pampered.

We are so very lucky to have found her!

"Purrrrrrr"

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