I know we've had threads on this subject before, but I never get tired of reading these stories. They always put a smile on my face.
We say that it must have been fate that our babies came into our lives. Hubby and I were laying in bed one night talking about how nice it would be to have a little furry around the house. But we were tight on cash and couldn't come up with the non-refundable $250 that they wanted for a cat deposit.
The very next night as I was getting ready for bed, I heard the distinct sound of a small kitten in obvious distress. I made hubby go outside to see if it was by the window. I had to do something for this baby! Nothing was outside. We finally figured out that the sound was coming from in the wall between our apartment and the one next to us. No thought to future payouts to the landlord, we knocked a hole in the wall. I barely slept that night, waiting for something to emerge. We talked about taking the kitten to a no-kill shelter or seeing if one of our friends would take it. I also said that if it was a black and white kitty we may have to reconsider. I'm a real softy for those.
Well, quite a few hours later, a wake to little scratches at the hole (we had actually made it too high up), and see the most precious, tiny little black and white kitten tenatively poke her head through. She saw me, went "EEEK!!!" and went back into the wall. I finally coaxed her out with a plate of tuna, the closest thing to kitty food we had.
So we couldn't possibly let her go. She was so tiny and so scared. We think she was about 5 weeks old, maybe 6. We picked out the name Ophelia for her. Then hubby calls me at work almost in tears because he couldn't find her! He thought she had somehow gotten out.
Being devastated, where else to go but the Mall? There happens to be a pet store in the Mall, and we decided to just go in and look. After all, we had spent quite a bit of money on kitten supplies... We go in there and there is a bunch of kittens, mostly torties, with one little black fluffball. The black one was romping and playing and so cute. Hubby asks to see him, and he layed in hubby's arms and purred like there was no tomorrow. We gave him back and walked around the mall to talk about it. When we came back, the black one looks up at us (it was really busy, but he looked right at us) like "Oh, hi. Are we going home now?" We looked at one other kitten, but the whole time the black one was playing like "Hey! Look at me! The cute one! I'M RIGHT HERE!!!" Needless to say, the little black one, now Trent, came home with us.
When we got him home, I shed a tear and told hubby that even though the new kitten was wonderful, I missed our baby kitty who came through the wall. We took Trent into the bedroom to show him the litter box and food. He meowed and our baby kitty comes running out of the sweater shelves. She hadn't left, just found a really good hiding place! So instead of saving up for a cat deposit, we ended up with the two loves of my life.
Sorry I'm so wordy...I just love telling that story.