“This post is my entry into the BlogPaws Blog Carnival Contest sponsored by BISSELL Homecare, Inc.”
When I was a teeny tiny kitten, some mean people didn’t want me, so they drove to the local Dog Pound and
plunked me down in the drop box, even though the sign said NO CATS! I don’t have a very clear memory of this, because I was so young I wasn’t even weaned. I remember being super cold and shivering inside that dark and smelly drop box.
The dog warden at the time was very nice. His eyes popped when he opened the drawer and found me inside. He didn’t have the heart to put me back out in the wet snow, where it was even colder, so he picked me up and told me he might lose his job over allowing me to stay, but then he said that would be alright too. His wife had told him to try to find another job because they already had taken home most of the dogs that were brought to the dog pound. He said he was just too kind-hearted for the job the county wanted him to do. He dried me off with a towel and placed me down in a big cage with a cold cement floor. He apologized for not having any cat chow, and then he said that I looked too small to eat it anyway. He scratched me behind my ears and said maybe someone will come here soon and take you home with them. Then he added, I sure hope so for both of our sakes.
I don’t know how much time went by, but the sun was still out when my soon to be mom and dad came into the dog pound. They were helping a friend look for his missing dog. While my dad looked through all the cages, my mom saw me sleeping all alone in the cage and she said to the dog warden, “Oh my! Is this your kitten?” He said no, but that kitten can be yours. That would keep both the kitten and me from getting into more trouble. My mom smiled and she reached down and scooped me up. She looked into my eyes and said, “Hi sweetheart. Would you like to come home with us?” I melted into her arms. She tucked me inside her coat before my dad came back with no luck at finding their friend’s dog.
My dad said, “Well who is this?” and my mom answered, “This is our new kitten. What do you think?” And my dad said, “Well, you couldn’t get any cuter than that, could you?” Super Hurrah! I was going to a home.
When we got to my new habitat, the first thing that happened was me being washed in the bathroom sink! I know I was filthy and I even had mud impacted in my nose but I was not and am still not that fond of sitting in water. My mom was very gentle with me and she told me how they promised to take good care of me. But she kept scrubbing and scrubbing my nose. I looked at her, and squinted my eyes until she realized all that remained was the stain on my pink nose. I have dark marks on my pink nose just like a Tiger!
Then she got out a hair dryer, and with the diffuser on low, she blew warm air on me until I was completely dry.
Then she laughed and hugged me saying I was so soft that I looked fluffy as an Easter chick.
My mom made me nice meals of warm goat’s milk and baby oatmeal. To this day when I smell oatmeal I get super excited and hungry.
That same afternoon, I got to curl up and sleep where the sun was shining on a chair. My mom said to me, ” You are the tiniest tiger, what am I going to do with you?” I peaked out of one eye, and winked, I was so tired I fell right back to sleep. I knew right then that I was home to stay.
I began to grow and thrive in my new habitat. My parents were super lucky to find me. I am pretty sure that my coming into their lives was one of the best things that ever happened to them. They smile every time they look at me, even when I have been mischievous. I have toys, and blankets, and to be honest, the entire habitat is really all about me. It really is. They even tell me every day, how much they love me and how happy they are that I am sharing my habitat with them.
I know I am super lucky too because I live in a home where I am loved , and I feel safe and secure everyday. I wish all my cousins could live in a safe and loving home too.