||Seven months old|
||Handy Ridge, Tennessee, USA|
is probably only special to me, as after my Egyptian Mau of twenty years
had to be put down, I swore I would never own another cat.
Louie was roughly six weeks old when some unsavory people placed a litter of
kittens into a sack and tossed it into a fenced yard full of hunting dogs in
order to dispose of them. Louie was one of the two that survived and the only
one that lived to date. He was infested with fleas, malnourished and had
respiratory problems. However, when this tiny blue-eyed kitten climbed up my
pant leg and went to sleep, it was love at first sight. When I went to ask
the woman who had initially saved him if she would consider letting me adopt
him, she was already smiling and said, "I think he picked you and yes you can
have him," without me even saying a word.
I was worried because while I do not hunt, I have large dogs that were bred
for hunting bear and wild hogs, but it did not take long before he was
adopted in their clan, and now the three often roam my property together and
chase frogs and tadpoles at my pond. I was shocked, as my dogs are quite
protective and territorial, but apparently view him as the scrawny little
brother they watch out for.
I do not believe in fate or superstition, but sometimes life has a way about
it and it seems Louie was meant to be here. And we are glad he is!