In September of 1993, Mom had a big,hairy, black cat and his name was Reuben. He was Mom's perfect Halloween cat. He also had Feline Leukemia. He got very sick,and died from kidney complications.
Mom knew Marg,a lady that worked at the Vet's office. Marg had asked her if she would get another cat. Mom replied that ,when the right cat came along,she would. Mom told Marg that she wanted another long haired black cat.
Now,it so happened that they were having this conversation at the Vet's office. Being lonely and hearing voices that were close, I started to scream. Loudly. Non stop. Mom said to Marg that that patient was not very happy. Marg said it was not a patient,but a kitten that someone left on her doorstep. There was a box of 3 and he was the only one left,AND ,he was black! But shorthaired. Mom thought ,then said "Well,I'll just take a peek"
Mom and Marg came in the room. As soon as I saw her I reached through the prison bars with both arms,screaming the whole time. Mom smiled and said, " Well maybe I'll hold him for a minute." Let me tell you I was as cute as I could be. I told her that I did not like being alone. I did not like being the only cat in prison. I told her that I was too cute to stay there,all alone.
So Mom caved! She said she would take me home in a few days. She needed to get kitty things.
I was so excited,I could not shut up and talked about it non-stop. Finally,the day came.
It was Friday,September 24,1993.
When Mom picked me up,she asked the people if they would miss "the little guy". They said,"We won't miss listening to kitty mews ALL.DAY.LONG." (Silly beans!)
So, 14 years ago today I found my Mom.I am sooooooo happy! She is too!