Today is the 2nd anniversary of the passing of my cat, Baby K. He was an orange tabby, who now is buried in our kitty cemetary behind the barn.
In 1994 a friend and I were out on his motorcycle moseying around the back roads as we loved to do. We went down one road that had absolutely no houses and it was probably a 2 mile long road. We went from one end to the other, and it surprised me that at the end, he turned around and started going back down the same road. Fate intervened.
We came to a spot where we could get off the road and stretch our legs. Thats when we heard him. My friend said...."that's a bird". Of course, it was a kitten calling.
My friend started making noises like a mother cat calling her baby. Well, lo and behold, this approx. 4 month old little orange bundle came limping out of the brush, dragging his back leg.
We wrapped him in a table cloth that we carried in the luggage compartment and he rode home in my arms on the back of a Honda Gold Wing.
Got him to the vet the same day, pin put in leg and had Baby K for 14 years until his hyperthyroid took its toll.
He never uttered a hiss or mean word his whole life. He just loved us and we adored him.
So, K, be waiting for us when we get there. In the meantime, I hope you are with Max, and all the critters I have had down through the years.
Im going back now to put some fall wildflowers on his grave.
Hug your kitties all, life changes so fast.
In 1994 a friend and I were out on his motorcycle moseying around the back roads as we loved to do. We went down one road that had absolutely no houses and it was probably a 2 mile long road. We went from one end to the other, and it surprised me that at the end, he turned around and started going back down the same road. Fate intervened.
We came to a spot where we could get off the road and stretch our legs. Thats when we heard him. My friend said...."that's a bird". Of course, it was a kitten calling.
My friend started making noises like a mother cat calling her baby. Well, lo and behold, this approx. 4 month old little orange bundle came limping out of the brush, dragging his back leg.
We wrapped him in a table cloth that we carried in the luggage compartment and he rode home in my arms on the back of a Honda Gold Wing.
Got him to the vet the same day, pin put in leg and had Baby K for 14 years until his hyperthyroid took its toll.
He never uttered a hiss or mean word his whole life. He just loved us and we adored him.
So, K, be waiting for us when we get there. In the meantime, I hope you are with Max, and all the critters I have had down through the years.
Im going back now to put some fall wildflowers on his grave.
Hug your kitties all, life changes so fast.