Last Christmas, I was mourning the loss of not only my sweet dog that I had raised from the age of four weeks, but also one of my cats earlier in the year. Both were sudden and unexpected deaths. I had just moved into a new apartment, and being in the mountains, I was afraid that my other cat, who is indoor/outdoor, would get snatched by a predator. I asked my sister and brother-in-law to take her to live at their house, since they have a big, fenced backyard in a quiet neighborhood in my hometown. I was all alone with no pets for the first time in over six years, and feeling tremendous sadness.
I went to my hometown for Christmas, a few hours’ drive from my place, and headed over to my sister’s house to see her and my calico. I turned onto the dirt road to their house, adjacent to a large empty field. Out of the corner of my eye, in the field, I saw something small and orange — a kitten! He ran into the weeds where a dead tree lay overturned. I told my sister, and we started looking for him. She spotted him under the dead tree, and while he focused on her, I sneaked up behind him and grabbed him.
At first, he was feral, biting and fighting against me. He couldn’t be more than 6-8-weeks-old. I brought him to my parents’ house and spent the next week giving him food, water, and cuddles. It didn’t take long for his feral nature to melt into a loving, affectionate kitten. I named him Percy, and he’s my best buddy now. I am raising him to be an indoor-only cat in my mountain apartment. I think that my furry loved ones across the Rainbow Bridge sent him to me, knowing I needed him.
P.S. – My calico is happy as ever living with my sister, and my niece absolutely adores her.
Story submitted by Sara from Nederland, Colorado.
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