Hey y'all,
I am Janis, better known to my beloved Lucky as Lucky's mom.
I named him that for a few reasons, one because he is a black cat, and he has been a very good boy at not running out the door for the past week. Tomorrow he gets to go out and play again. The second reason I named him Lucky is because he is very lucky to have me for his momma. He was a feral kitten st Stone Mountain Park Georgia, his mother was hit by a car while she was taking the kittens from their birth place to their growing up spot. When the people stopped to hlep all the other kittens ran away and left Lucky there alone. He would not let go of his mother's body. It was all they could do to pry him off of her. They said it was the most pitiful moment of their lives and they knew they had to find him a good home. They called my boss who relayed the story to me and through many tears I drove to get him. He imprinted on me. To him I am his mother. He nurses on my ear, and now that he is grown, he will be three in December, his tongue cuts me to pieces, but I let him. It makes him feel better. He is one of the smartest cats I have ever had. He listens and obeys. He understands what I say. He talks and answers when appropriate and he fetches like a dog. Only more consistant than a dog. He loves the round thingies off milk jugs. He had 18 of them at one time. Now he is down to four. he will fetch with anyone.
He got to ride a greyhound bus from Atlanta to Phoenix, and ride in a plane from Phoenix to Redding. He is an official certified ADA service animal. He has papers and he truly is an emotional support animal for me. When I get emotional, he comes right to me, he puts his paw in my hand. He is a living doll.
So hey everyone. That's some of how I got Lucky.
Janis
I am Janis, better known to my beloved Lucky as Lucky's mom.
I named him that for a few reasons, one because he is a black cat, and he has been a very good boy at not running out the door for the past week. Tomorrow he gets to go out and play again. The second reason I named him Lucky is because he is very lucky to have me for his momma. He was a feral kitten st Stone Mountain Park Georgia, his mother was hit by a car while she was taking the kittens from their birth place to their growing up spot. When the people stopped to hlep all the other kittens ran away and left Lucky there alone. He would not let go of his mother's body. It was all they could do to pry him off of her. They said it was the most pitiful moment of their lives and they knew they had to find him a good home. They called my boss who relayed the story to me and through many tears I drove to get him. He imprinted on me. To him I am his mother. He nurses on my ear, and now that he is grown, he will be three in December, his tongue cuts me to pieces, but I let him. It makes him feel better. He is one of the smartest cats I have ever had. He listens and obeys. He understands what I say. He talks and answers when appropriate and he fetches like a dog. Only more consistant than a dog. He loves the round thingies off milk jugs. He had 18 of them at one time. Now he is down to four. he will fetch with anyone.
He got to ride a greyhound bus from Atlanta to Phoenix, and ride in a plane from Phoenix to Redding. He is an official certified ADA service animal. He has papers and he truly is an emotional support animal for me. When I get emotional, he comes right to me, he puts his paw in my hand. He is a living doll.
So hey everyone. That's some of how I got Lucky.
Janis
