How My Cat Adopted Me A True Story by R. Renee Bembry It was a cold winter morning—raining—damp—dripping water seeped through the aluminum patio roof that obviously needed caulking—or whatever it is one does to clog holes in that kind of material. The poor cat lay on a moist sheet that had worked well as a cat bed when the weather was warm and dry but was completely insufficient for a mother cat giving birth to vulnerable kittens. It just so happened I was the only human available to come to the aid of birthing Momma and so I provided her with dry bedding and put a bucket beneath the patio raindrops. The weather on a downward course to cold-dom, I was perfectly aware that come nightfall, the patio room, even when closed, could feel like a freezer to a nursing cat and newborn kittens. Sure they had fur—but somehow the thought of them out in the cold patio while I was warm in a heated house did not fare well with my consciousness. It had not been all that long since... Read and print the whole story HERE |