Trying To Sleep

Pine Hill, NJ

It was March 28, 2004 when someone came into where I work and dropped off 4 kittens. Three were orange and white long-haired kittens and one was a black and white striped tabby. They were all from the same litter. The person claimed to have found them outside. I don't think so. All four followed us around like they were use to humans. All except for the black and white. He (we found out it was a male) sat on this shocking pink afghan layed out on the floor and watched everything. Finally he saw me and followed me all over. He sat in my hand and I guessed he was all of 4 weeks. I fell in love. Calling Bill, he said it was up to me. As you can see from this photo that he came home.

Look at how innocent he looks. NOT. There were times that I wondered if he'd be dead before the week was out. Our first trip was to our vet to have him checked out and begin his shots. Within a week of that visit Rocky for that became his name, he climbed to the top of Bill's shoulder, then before we could blink an eye he jumped down to the floor. At this point he began to limp. Frantic and scared we drove him to an emergency clinic where they checked him out. While Dr. Rose sat on the floor, he walked over to her without a limp. I began to think that maybe he faked the whole thing. He was fine. No damage to his leg but damage to our wallets.

Well he now made it to his third birthday. He terrorizes our other two cats, knocks over the trash cans and won't let me hold him. He and Bill have bonded though. During that frantic ride to the emergency vet I drove, Rocky, he slept tucked neatly inside Bill's flannel shirt. They're best buds now.

Bill's photo was taken as he slept in his basket with a wrapped hot water bottle in our office.