She laid in bed and she was miserable. Her fever had spiked overnight and she was burning up. Her stomach wasn’t holding anything down and no matter which way she tossed or turned, she couldn’t get comfortable. She was sweating through her sheets. She was exhausted. The fourth grade flu was going around, and Amy was just its latest victim. She looked up at her mom and her tired blue eyes seemed to ask, Why does it have to be this bad? Her mom was the best nurse in the world (aren’t all moms?) but she wasn’t getting any relief. She was sick, the worst kind of sick, that elementary school sick that’s so bad you’d rather be in school kind of sick. And to make matters worse, her cat, Olympics, had been lost for months, and she had no one to cuddle with. She’d created handmade “Missing Cat” signs and placed them all over the neighborhood – on front doors, in mailboxes, even at the local school – but she didn’t have any luck. This was the first time she’d been sick without her furry friend, and she was extra devastated.
Amy’s mom sat by her side, stroking her calm hands through Amy’s soft hair. Then, the doorbell rang. Amy’s mom kissed her on the forehead and walked to the door. When she opened the door, the neighbor stood in front of her, smiling, and holding a cardboard box. It was moving. It was meowing. “I found these kittens abandoned on the street corner,” she said, “and, since you haven’t found your cat, I thought your daughter might like to have them.” Within minutes, Amy’s mom had carried the two kittens, one black and one salt and pepper, up to Amy’s room. The kittens, just weeks old, crawled from the box toward Amy. She scooped them both up and they started to purr. Her favorite, Midnight, curled up beside her and didn’t leave all day or all night. He didn’t leave until 10-year-old Amy was feeling better. By then, they’d formed a bond for life.
Midnight died this year. Old age and a lifetime of adventures chasing birds and lizards finally caught up to him. We’d been thinking about adding a few furry members to our family since we got married over four years ago, so when a friend posted these adorable kittens on Facebook earlier this week and said they needed a good home, we couldn’t possibly turn them down. They’ve only been with us a few days, but we can’t imagine loving them any more. Please help us welcome the two newest, cuddliest members of our family!
Name: Mr. Carson | Age: 8 weeks | Gender: Male | Hobbies and Interests: Chasing ping pong balls, catching his tail and wrestling with his brother.
Name: William Wallace | Age: 8 Weeks | Gender: Male | Hobbies and Interests: Cuddling on Amy’s neck, purring and sleeping.
