Fifteen years ago the next door neighbor knocked out my back porch window. I had not had a chance to clean it up when I heard a strange noise. I walked outside and saw - nothing. Came back into the kitchen to finish cooking and heard it again. Once more - nothing. The third time I started to search and in the corner, on a pile of glass lay two tiny kittens. They were about a week and a half old. It was a cold early March night so I didn't want to leave them out there. I brought the two babies into my house and went in search of their siblings. I didn't find any. What I did find was a momma cat that had been hit by a car. So, calling my mom (who is a vet assistant), I asked her what to do. With a quick run to the local supermart to get kitten formula, these two babies became my children. Grimaldi passed away at the age of 13 two years ago. Dmitiri is curled up against my foot right now purring. I have never known the love like these two babies gave me. I developed epilepsy when they were about 4 yrs old. My husband would come home and find me out cold from a seizure with the two boys laying on me. When I am ill now, Dmitri still must be close to the only momma he has ever known. There is no greater feeling than the love that raising these babies to adulthood has ever been. Grimaldi and Dmitri - forever in my heart, forever with my love.
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9th December 2013 03:58