I have recently learned some disturbing news from my loyal snitches. It seems that some of my â€œLoyalâ€ subjects are not quite as loyal as they should be. The subjects in question are questioning my dedication to the general populace. In fact, some have gone so far as to say that I have used my people as a stepping stool to grandeur, a rung in the ladder to my queenly success. I have even heard that some are saying I am nothing but a spoiled princess, an imposter that doesnâ€™t understand the feeling of living on the streets. Well, I am here to quash these denigrating murmurs once and for all. I would like to tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a momma cat. Momma cat lived on the streets and life was very hard for her. She did the best she could for her kittens, but she was sick and the kittens were frail and hungry. She knew that if she did not act quickly her kittens might fade away. She looked into the newly opened eyes of her babies and she knew she could not let this happen. Momma cat worked very hard to find her new kittens someplace warm and safe to live. Someplace where they would never have to worry about starving or freezing in winter; someplace where they would not have to live a life like hers. Finally, Momma cat had found a place for all of her kittens except for one. The last kitten was the runt of the litter, and was sick just like Momma. Momma cat had already exhausted all of her options finding homes for the other kits. She had nowhere else to turn; this little one would be lost. Momma cat would stay with this little one until the end.
That evening, Momma cat was forced to take her sickly kit and flee the temporary shelter they had found. A storm was blowing in and many people were out making mischief as it was a day of celebration, The 4th of July. Momma cat carried her baby carefully across the roof of a very high apartment building. A safe haven was not to be found, and a gust of wind tore Momma catâ€™s last kitten from her grip. The kitten held on desperately to the gutter, but Momma cat was unable to reach her to pull her to safety. Her baby was just barely holding on with one paw and she was quickly losing her grip. Momma cat knew this was the end and she cried as she took one last look into her kittenâ€™s eyes and said Iâ€™m sorry. The last kitten lost her tenuous grip and plummeted towards the earth far below. Momma cat ran towards the far side of the building to the only safe way down from the roof. She would bury her kitten under the trees.
Back on the other side of the building, a tiny kitten cried for her mother. She had not fallen to her death, but only to the 2nd floor of the apartment building. She was bruised, scared and very alone. She cried out her heartache, loud as thunder. A cry for the only constant sheâ€™d known in her short life; her mother. Momma cat was too far away to hear her, but someone else was close enough. The apartment door closest to the kitten opened and a dark haired woman peered out. The woman looked around in confusion until her eyes landed upon the fragile kitten. Oh my goodness, she said, what an enormous noise from such a tiny thing! Are you lost honey? The kitten sensed a kindness about this lady, and nervously approached her. The nice lady picked up the little kitten and checked with the neighbors to see if she was lost. Nobody claimed the tiny girl, this kitten was homeless. â€œWell,â€ the nice lady said â€œit doesnâ€™t look like you have a home and I donâ€™t see a mommy cat or any siblings. Poor sweetheart, it looks like you might be an orphan. Would you like to come inside with me? Itâ€™s nice and warm inside and I have food you can have, you sure look like you need it.â€ So the nice lady took Momma catâ€™s last kitten into her apartment.
Meanwhile, Momma cat carefully made her way down the side of the apartment building, and once on solid ground, went in search of her fallen kitten. Momma cat reached the spot where her kitten had fallen, but could find no trace of her. After a long, fruitless search through the night, Momma cat finally gave up. She couldnâ€™t even say goodbye. Defeated, Momma cat curled up in the nearby bushes, rested her head on her paws, and cried herself to sleep.
Inside the apartment, mere feet from where Momma cat lay, the little kitten was being cleaned up. â€œMy, you are a dirty little thing. It doesnâ€™t look like you have been getting enough food, you are skin and bones. Iâ€™ll have to find you some nourishment after we get you clean. I just bet it feels wonderful to have all of those mats gone, doesnâ€™t it?â€ The nice lady gave the kitten a bowl of food, but the kitten had a very hard time chewing it. â€œI guess you are still a little too young for this, Iâ€™ll add some water and soften it up for you. Weâ€™ll get you something better tomorrow.â€ For the first time ever, the tiny kitten had a full tummy and a warm place to sleep. The nice lady rubbed the kittens head, while the kit kneaded at her legs and tried to nurse from her hand. â€œPoor baby, you miss your mommy. I wonder what happened to her.â€ The kitten meowed sadly, as if to say I miss her terribly, but Iâ€™m beginning to love you. The little one looked into the ladyâ€™s eyes and silently asked if this could be her new home. Almost as though she had heard, the lady sighed and said â€œI wish I could keep you little one, but I have three cats already and I cannot afford to care for another. But I think I may know someone who could give you a nice life.
The next day, the nice lady took the kitten to the vet and had her checked out. The kitten was probably 4-5 weeks old, malnourished, and had fleas and worms. Even so, she was already 100 percent better than she had been before the nice lady found her. The kitten would receive plenty of food and the vet sent home medicine to take care of her other problems. True to her word, the nice lady had found the kitten a home. The kitten would be going to live with the nice ladyâ€™s best friend and her 3 month old boy kitty. The kitten was terrified. What if this new person was mean or didnâ€™t like her? What if she put the kitten back outside, then she would be all alone. Her fears were put to rest the very next day. The nice ladyâ€™s friend came over to visit and to meet the new kitten.
The Nice ladyâ€™s friend was also very kind. The kitten liked her immediately and crawled into her lap, curled up and purred contentedly. The ladyâ€™s friend spent all day with the kitten, petting her and feeding her milk replacement. At first, the kitten would not drink the milk from a dish and the ladies despaired. Then, the ladyâ€™s friend began dipping her fingers in the milk and the kitten happily licked it from her hands. The day passed quickly for the kitten and soon it was time to leave for her new home. The kitten was happier than she had ever been before, but she was also very sad. She wished she could see Momma cat one last time; to tell her how happy she was and to say goodbye.
Momma cat had not strayed far from the place where she had last seen her kitten. The two days since she had lost little kitten had been the longest and hardest days of her life. She replayed that night over and over in her head trying to think of a way she could have saved her baby. The scene played out unending until Momma cat was jarred from her thoughts by a nearby apartment door opening. Mistrustful of strangers, as any feral cat would be, Momma cat hunched down trying to blend with the car she was perched on. Momma cat tightened her muscles and was preparing to flee when she saw a flash of familiar coloration. Momma cat froze and perked up her ears in interest. The stranger stopped close to her perch and spoke to the person in the apartment door. Momma cat peered into the carrier the stranger was carrying, and felt a wash of emotion pass over her. Little kitten looked out of the carrier and meowed at her momma. She told her Momma about everything that had happened over the past two days and how nice her new person was. The weight of the world was lifted from Momma catâ€™s tired shoulders. Against all odds, her tiniest kitten was alive and had found a home. Momma cat meowed a final goodbye to her kitten and quickly disappeared into the shadows.
Little kitten went home with her new human and was given the name Emmagan (moggie).
So you see dearest subjects, I have been judged wrongly. I too, come from the humblest of beginnings. I have fought fang and claw to get where I am today. And somewhere out there, my Momma cat is proud of me.