When I was 12 my house burnt down & we had to move. As a housewarming present, my dad surprised me with a tiny kitten that he had rescued at his work where he was the manager of a linen plant. A mama cat moved in there to give birth in the warmth & unfortunately was hit by one of the drivers a couple of weeks later. My dad had one of his employees round up her babies- and brought the cutest home to me. The kitten barely had his eyes open and was still so tiny that I had to feed him with Mother’s Milk (a substitute that you can buy at PetCo) until the vet told me we could introduce canned food.
I named him Smokey Joseph (as all other animals were required to have middle names) and I love the fact that we basically grew up together. From day one, he was always my cat and my parents let me make the important decisions about his care. When I moved off to go to college, he came with me & … Read Entire Post