My kitten
The moment I knew he was right for me was just because fate dropped him straight into my hands, the day I met my furry little baby Tailz, a very tiny black cat, was my very first day at co - op at the SPCA. Tailz came in with an infected tail, half of which had been torn off from circumstances of which are unknown. Since his tail was so severely infected he had to go to the vet but something drew me to this cat and I was lucky enough to help out with his recovery. Of course there are protocols when a cat is sick or injured and because tailz was, he had to be in isolation. When I spent my time in there cleaning dishes I would hear his tiny little meow and he’d stick his paw out and stop me from moving past his cage. So I’d let him sit on my shoulder as I did the dishes so he’d get some enrichment as he was all alone and it wasn’t good for kittens to be alone in their young age, they need socialization. It became a ritual for me to see Tailz. My heart strings grew thicker and thicker the more I saw his tiny little self as he’d try and bat at my arms to get to me. Eventually I convinced my parents to let me foster him and took him home to treat his tail which had to be soaked in Epsom salts and warm water everyday. Kitten, as he became known, stayed in my room during the day when I was at school and whenever my dogs would greet me at the door he’d know I was home and I’d hear him crying down the hall and as I got to the door he’d stick his paw out. Of course he’d get to come out and play after school when I was home during that time. Later when he’d grow older and wasn’t a foster anymore he’d come greet me with the dogs as well. I never remembered a time we were apart, he clung to me so much. Now as Tailz grew older and got better, his adoption was pending and I was nervous I wasn’t going to be allowed to adopt him as we already had two cats and three dogs. But one day my dad said to me he was thinking that Tailz fit in with our family so well that we should consider adopting him. I honestly felt so confident that Tailz was meant to be mine my worry wasn’t necessary. When the adoption was finalized and he was all mine he stopped spending time “ locked “ in my bedroom with the door shut but he always chose to nap on my bed. I remember the night before I left to go to Columbia I woke up in the night and he had nuzzled himself in between my arms and rested his head on my shoulder. I was very careful not to disturb him.
