All are rescue kittens found on our front patio. Mitzi, in 2002, at about three weeks, still unweaned and abandoned, named "Itzi-Bitzi Mitzi". She is now the Grand Duchess of the household.
Gracie, in 2005, at about eight weeks, weaned and bounced out of the darkness into my wife's arms when called, named as in "There but for the Grace of God ..."
Rhiannon, in 2009, at about six weeks, almost weaned and the friendliest kitten out of a litter of three, named Rhiannon because she is all gray and one Celtic definition of the name is "Gray river mist" and the other is "Great Queen".
Sarah-Michael at the same time, in 2009, and age as Rhiannon but from a different two-kitten litter and had a severe eye infection when we took her in. Her mother was a feral we called "Angel" and, at the time that I first started handling the kittens I thought they were both male, so I called them "Michael" and "Gabriel". Gabriel disappeared and, as Michael got older, I found out that he was a she. So, I renamed her Sarah-Michael ("Sarah" short for Seraphim).
What a story. Cute.
The best cat I ever had was a young solid black female cat I found at the animal shelter and whom I named ‘Isis’.
I remember I passed her cage, and she reached way out to me with her paw. It was love at first sight on both our parts.
When I was sick, she’d lay in bed with me- only getting up to use her litter box.
I remember one cold rainey night she had been outside quite a while and I was frantic with worry. ( I could not keep her inside for she would cry and cry to go out and even escape to hunt)
At last I opened the door to look for her again and there she was in the shadows. I picked her up and hugged her.
I immediately felt something cold and wet against my cheek.
To my horror it was a rat that she had caught and brought to her master as a gift!
I had Isis with me about 10 years..and I cried for a week when she passed over the rainbow bride.
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