This
is Milo. He is my beautiful two-year-old tabby. We wanted to have a
loving pet so badly after we had to give our dog away. We went to the
countryside in response to an ad in the paper. There was a hut full of
cats, meowing and scratching at their cages to be set free from their
little prison. Milo caught our eye there. He was quiet, yet he'd put his
paws through the grating to get near us. When we pulled him out of the
cage, he was almost weightless, clinging to our shirts and looking up at
my face as if to say "Are you my new mommy and daddy?"
We couldn't resist so we took him home. He was infested with fleas,
mites, and his fur was patchy because he also had ringworm. Not to
mention he was sniffling from a respiratory infection. We fed him,
nursed him, and loved him. He grew to be the most loving and
affectionate cat. My husband was never a cat person until Milo came into
our lives. We call him "hammy" because he meows to be petted
and lies on his back waiting for a belly rub. Milo is such a treasure!
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