Thanks, you all are so nice! :hug: I have such a long history of kitties and so many experiences I don't know where to start. Here is a pic of the one who's on my lap right now, Bono.
It's a sad and sweet story. Last year, I had a Bono just like this. I left him in a kennel for a few days, and the owners told me he got out and was eaten by a dog! I was heartbroken. I had been putting pets in that kennel for many years and trusted them competely. They say they don't know how he got out, but I suspect he LET him out while he cleaned the cage, as he had done for his grandfather. But his grandfather was a streetwise tom, Bono was a helpless, sickly, loving little lap cat who had no idea you didn't wander into the wrong cage. He was so little he fit under the gate. I really can't stand to think of his last torturous moments, crying for me. He was so special, and had lost so many lives in such a short life. He got stuck behind the stereo as soon as he learned to crawl, and he was sick several times. He was half the size of his brother and sister at age 3 months. That is a tragic story that will always haunt me. This spring, his mother, Prize, had another litter. (Sorry she went into heat before I could get her fixed and tricked me) But it was a blessing- she had a 'new' Bono. Not only is he almost exactly like him physically, he acts like him. As soon as he could walk, he crawled up on me, up my legs, onto my lap and stared at me- really stared at me- just like the other one, just like no other, not even his littermates. Could it be, in some way, his precious little spirit was allowed to come back across the bridge to spend more time with me? I like to believe that. I'm keeping him as long as forever can be. His 2 siblings now live on a country lady's front porch, and Bono is with me. I hope he always will be.