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A Rough Start

A heartfelt story about a black kitty I found across the street. And a little hope in hard times.

For a couple of weeks, I noticed this black cat across the street. It seemed like the animal new his way around and was there for a reason. I felt a little twinge of wonder and carried on about my day.

To make this long story short. The black cat and my cat, Simon started fighting. Well then, I wondered...who are the owners? Now I needed to know. I asked the neighbors and unfortunately, they said, "not ours." Oh dear, I started to panic. Knowing how long he'd been across the street. I felt so bad... Being the animal lover that I am (I think I got that from my Grandma Ruby), I took a bowl of food and water across the street and called out kitty sounds and he came out. He was skittish, un-neutered, part of his ear had been bitten away, a gouge on the side of his face, his hair was dirty and oily, and he was very hungry. Poor guy was in bad shape. After that, I went over everyday and night to feed him. It didn't take him long to start following me over to my house. We learned early what a sweet animal he was. Loves my boys, sitting in my lap, bumping into us for pets, and meowing his sweet little meows, so we named him Andy.

I almost had a mini heart attack putting him in the cat carrier. I took him to the vet. My oh my, that was an expensive vet bill. We found out he has Feline Immunodeficiency Virus (FIV), one of the most common and consequential infectious diseases of cats around the world. As if he hasn't had enough of a rough start, then there's that...."great", I thought.