Saturday, September 20, 2008
This is a short story about Lucky (above photo, aka fuzz butt).
The way she came to us is so neat I wanted to share.
She is an inspirational story, at least we think so.
We (my husband and I) drove down to TN. over a weekend for work but also squeezed some fun in there too.
Our first initial stop was to pick a sleeper up and haul it back in our enclosed trailer.
Since we were taking the trailer we also thru in our Fat Boy big boy bike to ride in TN.
After we got the sleeper loaded we continued our drive south, found a hotel and took the bike out for a ride.
(if you are stuck back on 'sleeper' it is the part of a semi (big truck) that drivers (truckers) sleep in on the road)
After a three day excursion we returned home (KY).
My husband calls me from his parents (he is there preparing to unload the sleeper) to inform me that they have found 5 kittens inside the mattress.
Of course I drive over there like a bat outta hell. When I arrive I see these gorgeous but starving newborn babes.
I bring them home, feed them, hold them, love them.
Over the next 4-5 weeks we lose 3 of them one by one for unknown reasons. It could be lack of mothers milk at such a young age, we don't know. These little guys made it so far...
They were stuck in an abandoned sleeper for three days straight, on their own, no food, no love. One of those nights there was a loud thunder storm which must have been frightening. They heard us start the bike up inside the trailer which probably scared them to death. Yet, they never made a sound to alert us they were stuck and hungry. I still am stunned; they must have been so confused. Then they survived a bumpy and loud ride home in the trailer, still no food.
So, this brings me to Lucky.
She and her brother made it past 5 weeks and thrived. We had to make a decision. We kept Lucky, and her brother Kenny we brought to our closeby family farm as there are other family kitties there. At the time we could not keep both which was a hard decision. But, on the upside Ken did so well at the farm. I would go by weekly and talk with him, feed him, watch him play with the other kitties, so that put my mind at ease as he seemed to love his freedom and my company.
Now, as for Lucky here is the thing. She was the runt of the litter. She had a few days that we felt were close calls because she seemed to have a hard time.
She was the one that all the other kittens ended up peeing on (accidentally) and because she was long haired she was always sopping wet.
But she thrived every day. She beat the odds and grew into a beautiful plump long haired black furred family member.
Every day I look at her, listen to her talk to me and feel her little tongue licking my nose I feel lucky.
We named her this for obvious reasons however, she may be lucky, but we are blessed.