A little over 8 years ago, in the midst of a thunderstorm here at the house, I opened the back door to let the dog in and a kitten screamed through! He was soaking wet- Mike called him a hissing sponge! LOL  He was in the house for 9 days before I was able to put my hands on him and take him and get him neutered. We called him MK for Mystery Kitty. He lived in a semi-feral state in the house until about 5 years ago when during the delivery of medical equipment he got outside. he is beautiful, he is striking, he is a long-hair tuxedo boy with white chest, white belly and a white stripe down his back leg. I have NEVER been able to touch him since he went outside. I see him in the patio enclosure but he bolts out the exit the first thing when I come in to feed. I never pushed contact with him. My husband was falling ill and my time was taken up with all of that.

This morning, he was in the patio enclosure, but this time, he didn’t bolt. He meowed at me, which concerned me. I had never heard him meow before. He was right in front of me and fearing he had been in a fight (there’s a new dumped tomcat on the property) I reached down to pet him and he let me! I pet him all over, then steadied my breath and PICKED HIM UP! You have no idea what that felt like. He is in good weight, he let me hold him and explore for anything amiss for a good 5 minutes then he wanted down. I thought “Wow, Thank You God, I really needed this right now, the confirmation that I am doing the right thing for these cats.” So I thought, let me go in and grab some Revolution and see if I can for the first time put flea stuff on him. I came back, uncapped the medicine and he fled! But what a glorious 5 minutes of bonding time with him I had.

With all this craziness recently and two deaths right on top of each other my life was kind of spinning off center. For 5 minutes God reached down and made it all right again.

Update on Ebby- turns out it was not mastitis, but she has lost the inability to produce milk even though she has so much of it. The vet said that recently someone must have taken her away from the babies for a few days, or taken the babies away from her causing this painful condition. Then they brought the kittens back to her, but it was to late. Or she just left them for whatever reason as she was a barn cat. Who knows what happened to her. She is on 7 days of antibiotics, 4 days of pain relief and anti-inflammatories (I spelled that wrong sorry). I am to give her warm compresses twice a day which she loves. I got a video of the babies yesterday. They are so adorable. Mom tested negative, so the babies are good to go and hopefully will go on to lead long, healthy lives. I’ll get them back at 2 months and get them spayed and into homes. Karen the foster mom has named them Eeenie, Meenie, Minie, and Mo. LOL  They are bringing her great delight and I am proud to say she is known in this county as being the number one bottle baby feeder. usually she is full up but I caught her at a good time. She loves bottle babies. I do too, but right now, I can’t give them the time they need to thrive.

I just opened up my emails. Two waiting there from that boyfriend- I sent him a reply and asked him to please just leave me alone from here on in. I told him I just need to move past this whole weird mess. I didn’t say this to him in the email but if I do hear from him again, I will consider pressing charges for harassment.