In the Fall of 2010, a strange black cat showed up in my neighborhood. I tried for days to find the cat's owner, but to no avail.
She was so thin! I had sworn not to have a cat again -- I'd had to put two to sleep in just two years. I d...
In the Fall of 2010, a strange black cat showed up in my neighborhood. I tried for days to find the cat's owner, but to no avail.
She was so thin! I had sworn not to have a cat again -- I'd had to put two to sleep in just two years. I didn't think I could handle another heartbreak. My parents had suggested I not have one. But I couldn't stand this one looking so hungry and helpless, and she was there every day.
Finally, I started to take care of her myself. I fed her cans of tuna for the first couple of days. I lived on the first floor of a three-story walk-up home made into apartments and had a windowsill inside and outside. I went to the grocery store and bought cat food and brought it home. I didn't know what to call this cat so I started to call her Sweetie. What else do you call a stray cat?
Sweetie eats outside on my windowsill.
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I tried to bring her inside, but that didn't work very well at all.
I fed her on my windowsill at breakfast, lunch, supper, bedtime, and again if I was awake in the middle of the night -- one-quarter cup of food and clean water each time. My neighbors learned that I was taking care of her. But when I tried to leave my apartment to do chores and get groceries, she'd follow me. I had to get a neighbor once to chase her back off the street so she wasn't hit by a car. Another time, I didn't know she was following me until I turned around and a car was coming at her -- I screamed for her to go back and she froze -- but the car didn't hit her, thank heaven.
As the cold weather came, I wore my coat out and I blocked the windowsill with my coat open so she could eat in warmth. I also let her into the building for as long as she wanted to in order for her to warm up. She let me know when she was ready to go.
Just before that Christmas, on one of her inside warm-ups, she went to my apartment door and looked back and forth between the door and me a few times. I finally opened the door, never thinking she'd stay. Ten minutes passed and I went looking for her. There she was on my bed quite comfy.
Around Christmas, Sweetie came inside and stayed.
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I was thrilled! She adopted me just a couple of days before Christmas. And the best part is that she is black, just like all my previous cats had been. However, I had no litter box or litter so I called the Humane Society. I put newspaper down and showed it to her in case mother nature called. Only then did she go to the bathroom. I was stunned that she was so well behaved. We had a good Christmas.
Then I got another surprise. She had started to develop a round "tumor" I thought. On the very day I was to take her to the vet, Feb. 8, 2011, she gave birth to five kittens -- four boys and one girl.
Sweetie and her kittens the day they were born.
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That was eight days before my birthday -- so this was my birthday gift. I cannot have children, so she blessed me with an unforgettable gift. I helped her to raise them and named them all. I barely left my bedroom because the crib w
