SnyperKat
08-23-2006, 10:38 PM
My final day of grade 10, and I come home to find out my mom had very spontaneously adopted a sickly, 7-week old black kitten. I still thought she was cute despite a swollen eye and the heartbreaking labored breathing. We already had Graffiti by then, and after she learned the new kitty (whom we named Neko) was NOT a new toy, she was quite supportive by cuddling her and occasionally grooming her.
Mom and I then spent weeks putting creams in her eyes and giving her pills, and were ecstatic to know that our efforts were not in vain when she recovered. Fully grown she was still pretty small, but didn't let anyone push her around.
When we moved in with my stepdad, even though she was small, Neko was the leader of the pack. Graffiti nor Smokie dared to tussle with her, and neither did the cats next door. :whip She kinda became the star of the family, and it helped that she was very affectionate and friendly with anyone, and very funny (she used to headbutt our cheeks in the morning if we slept in too much and were late to feed her).
Unfortunately, not even a year after moving, she was hit by a car and did not survive. Awesome, friendly, tough-as-nails Neko's reign came to a bitter end when she was only two years old. I hope she crossed that bridge knowing she was loved by anyone who came across her, and we still miss her tonnes to this day.
Sleeping on mom's comforter (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/SnyperKat/Neko-1.jpg)
Sleeping on top of the cupboards (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/SnyperKat/Neko.jpg)
Mom and I then spent weeks putting creams in her eyes and giving her pills, and were ecstatic to know that our efforts were not in vain when she recovered. Fully grown she was still pretty small, but didn't let anyone push her around.
When we moved in with my stepdad, even though she was small, Neko was the leader of the pack. Graffiti nor Smokie dared to tussle with her, and neither did the cats next door. :whip She kinda became the star of the family, and it helped that she was very affectionate and friendly with anyone, and very funny (she used to headbutt our cheeks in the morning if we slept in too much and were late to feed her).
Unfortunately, not even a year after moving, she was hit by a car and did not survive. Awesome, friendly, tough-as-nails Neko's reign came to a bitter end when she was only two years old. I hope she crossed that bridge knowing she was loved by anyone who came across her, and we still miss her tonnes to this day.
Sleeping on mom's comforter (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/SnyperKat/Neko-1.jpg)
Sleeping on top of the cupboards (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/SnyperKat/Neko.jpg)