Missy was just a stray tabby that showed up at my barn ready to have kittens, but none of them survived. Then one day she was gone. About 2 weeks later I’m in the barn feeding in the morning and I hear a loud meow. There she was with a compound fractured right rear leg. I scooped her up and rushed to the vet and he amputated her leg. She’s been in the house and on lap for 10 years now.
That’s amazing.
Sometimes, cats just show up and find their way into your heart.
I have Mary and Paul, who were kittens of a stray who showed up over sixteen years ago. The mom died last year, and I don’t know how much longer Mary or Paul have. Mary has kidney disease, Paul has cancer. They are still my kittens.