Once, when we were visiting family property and I was about 10 with 4 other siblings right behind me, we found a box of kittens. NEW kittens. Of course we couldn’t leave them there to die, so we brought them home. But those sweet babies needed to be bottle fed which proved beyond us, and also five kids plus four kittens is a lot 😬 so, we took them to an animal shelter where they could get the help they needed and traded them in for two older kitties that became the family pets. My brother named one Tiger, and I, in true kid fashion, named the other one Furball. 😅 Furball (“Furbs”) wasn’t “my” cat, but she was MY cat; we just got each other, and I loved that girl for years and years. Even after I was in college and had lived away from home, she was one of the best parts of visiting. When she finally died, I sobbed. And, I don’t know, I kind of think she’s waiting for me in heaven. *** My boys haven’t had a lot of stability growing up, at least in the fact that we’ve moved so many times, many cross-country. Like every kid they wanted a pet and after a lot of family discussion about what would work for us, I promised them a cat “some day.” They have patiently waited and never forgotten. Once we bought the house we all knew it was time. I spent a year looking for the right kitty for us & never would have imagined he’d fall in our laps right during COVID when we all needed a boost; but, he did, because God is good like that. 💛 So, this is Maverick, and he is loved. Seeing my kids with him takes me back to my childhood kitties and makes my heart so happy.
