heres a cat story that starts sad and has happy ending, hopefully to bring a little Christmas cheer here (at the end of July)
It was Christmas eve and my sister went to my dad's (closed for holiday) gas station to get more soda for the party, and she took my (at the time toddler) niece Maggie there with her. About 10 minutes later I get a phone call from Maggie who learned how to call my house when she needs help, and she says Unca Day, Katties.
She tried to get her mom to follow her but my sister wasn't understanding her baby talk, and was busy loading boxes.
Maggie said "Come hare Unca Day" until I agreed to drive out there and see what was going on. I drove over to my dad's store bundled up for a snowstorm and Iwhen I got there, my niece takes me by the hand and leads me to the side of the building and just stops by a gas station testing well shed. At first I thought I heard the wind whistling but then I heard mewing. In a pile of boxes behind the shed we found a garbage bag and though I normally don't rip open bags in the garbage lot we opened the bag and found 5 half dead kittens.
Some bastard threw them in a garbage bag and left them to suffocate or freeze on my dad's property. So we took home the 5 kittens and nursed them back to health with a little help from the county animal shelter. I love cats but my whole family is allergic to them so we lived off Benedryl for a while.
The kittens made a full recovery and were adopted by a lady with a big farm who loves cats. One of the cats are named Maggie and one is named after me.
So I am glad for Christmas that year my niece has a good set of ears and wandered around when she wasn't supposed to, and found those kittens.
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