MCWC: Cat Pictures & More

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Hello everyone! I don't know if you'll all remember me or not, my name is Hobo and my pop wrote the story "Doesn't Anyone Care?" about how he and my mama rescued me after I'd been abandoned.

Anyway, I wanted to come back and tell you how I've been doing since then. Purr-fectly cat-tastic in everyway! My folks refer to me as their "miracle kitten" because within one week of their taking me home with them I grew strong and healthy. I actually started getting fat!

My broken leg healed up completely and I now run and play with the other kittens of the Kenney Clan. And spoiled! Oh, it's simply heaven for me! I get all the love and attention a kitten could ask for!

I like to keep myself full, so, I eat all day long. If you've ever gone weeks without eating, you'll understand...I don't ever want to experience hunger again. Of course, even my life isn't all cat food and cream! There is Macintosh to avoid at every opportunity! What's that? ... Who is Macintosh, you ask?

Oh, sorry, where are my manners? Goodness! He's the family Giant Schnauzer and although he means well he tends to get just a wee bit carried away with all of us cats and kittens! How so?...Well, he chases us for one thing. It's just awful! I'm here to tell you that you haven't lived until you've been chased by a dog that's the size of a horse!

Shoot, even pop refers to him as "The Scottish Pony." That's bad! He also likes to drop a paw down on top of our necks if he catches us. I don't know what in the world pinning us down does for him but he seems to enjoy it...we've all learned to "play dead". He loses interest then and moves his paw so we can run for cover!

Other times he'll put our heads in his mouth! Oh, of course just one at a time but...what in the world is that all about? Beats me! But then he is a dog, so, I guess, I shouldn't expect much from him. (They're not very bright, you know!)

We have other Schnauzers in the family but they're all smaller. I think they're known as "Miniature" ... is that the right word for it? Anyway, they're a lot nicer to all of us cats and kittens.

So, I guess that about sums up my life...I'm very loved and very happy. I don't care too much for strangers. We cats have learned to be wary of strangers...it's just not a safe world, anymore, you know?

So, take care of yourselves and if you don't already share your life with God's greatest creation... the cat... do go right out and adopt yourself to one!

We all need a human to pamper and worship us!

Most Sincerely,

Hobo Kenney-Kitten

P.S. If my life ever becomes more exciting, I'll definitely come back and tell you about it, okay? So, don't stray far!

By Nick Kenney www.realcorker.com

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

"My Heart Is Fragile"

I don't know you, nor will I ever. I avoid strangers and am even cool to my own family because it's my nature. I am a good mother and a peaceful soul, just a wee bit indifferent towards the world. Life started out harshly for my sister and I, our father was never around and our mother, God rest her soul, did the best she could without any help from anyone.

So, I learned early about the coldness of the world and set my heart accordingly. I go my own way and snatch happiness from where I can. My children are grown and no longer need me. We meet in passing each day and nothing more. I enjoy morning walks around the neighborhood, while the community awakes from slumber and leaves me to my own thoughts.

My sister is my complete opposite; warm, friendly and pleasant to everyone, I suspect because of fate. You see, our folks adopted her before me and filled her emptiness with love and warmth. I waited much longer and so endured many more days of hunger and loneliness.

I need to be held and cuddled, just like everyone else; I just don't typically go looking for it. Rather, I wait for it to be offered and then respond with cool indifference. It's my protection, you see, from rejection.

I guess my heart is fragile and is afraid of being broken. People say that one never gets over a deep emotional wound and mine began after birth. But I manage. I cope with the everyday hurts without complaint. I keep my scars hidden from the rest of the world and suffer in silence.

My folks are truly wonderful and I love them dearly. They know and understand me and let me go my own way.

They rescued me from a certain death and for that I'm forever grateful. Their love for me is complete and genuine, I couldn't ask for more.

I guess that about wraps it up for me; I've nothing more to say. If you ever meet someone who is homeless, I hope you'll open your hearts and homes to them and take them in from the coldness of the world. Most certainly, they will not only open their hearts to you in return but will stand by you for the rest of their lives.

Signed,

Miss O'Reilley Kenney-Cat

This story is by Nicholas Kenney. Visit his website at www.RealCorker.com

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Friday, October 12, 2007

Doesn't Anyone Care?

I lay dying on the sidewalk. No one cared. I heard the sound of voices and footsteps of passersby all around me, yet no one stopped. Vehicles zoomed by creating small dust clouds which further crippled my fluid-filled, diseased lungs. Small bubbles of pus formed at my nostrils with every exhale. I gasped for breath thinking that each would be my last. My right eye was thickly coated with mucus; the eyeball itself badly swollen. My belly seized with cramps from starvation, it had been weeks since my last meal. Yes, I ached for death, for relief from such torment, let it end soon.

Suddenly, you were there, tenderly lifting my lifeless, limp body. You cradled me in your arms until we'd reached safety and warmth. You offered me food which I barely chewed, only wanting to fill my ravaged belly. I gulped offered water until I couldn't hold anymore. After each kindness I managed to whisper "thank you", my voice failing completely. I basked in the warmth of the cloth you wiped my sore eyes with, again mouthing "thank you."

As you turned now to leave me to rest in a soft warm bed, I cried out to you begging "please don't leave me my friend!" But you smiled warmly and promised that you wouldn't be far away and that at last I was safe. "You'll never go hungry again, little one, no one will ever abandon you, hurt you or leave you for dead. We'll call you "Hobo" and you'll be loved." Still weak and in pain I managed a faint meow ... "thank you, my friend!"

This is the true story about our newest member of the family. He is doing great and is spoiled rotten!

Nicholas Kenney
www.realcorker.com

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