Day One: It was November 3, 2004 and it was cooooold and gray. I was so tired and I was so hungry so I lay down to rest by the side of the road. Suddenly a big blue monster on wheels stopped and a lady got out. I was scared, but just so tired I didn't want to run. She came up to me and said "Are you hurt little sweetie? Did you get hit?" She told me to wait where I was and she'd "get Greg" and come back.
She did! She was with a nice man and they both had gloves and big soft towels. They looked me over and rubbed me to see if I was hurt. The man bean was warm because I climbed into his lap. They bundled me into the car and took me to a big building (a house!). The noises and sounds scared me.
I was put in the bathroom because they weren't sure how / if I was hurt or sick. They set me up with a comfy blanket and the man beam went out and bought litter and a box for me.
They also brought me big bowls of tuna and fresh water. I started to feel warm and stronger so I started to get nervous.
The beans left me alone for the night with some soft music playing outside the door.
Day Two: The lady bean came in with more food, fresh water and this crazy flashy box. She wanted to see if anyone could take me cause my daddy bean is so allergic to cats. They were sure I wasn't a "lost" kitty because I still had my nauticles and was really skittish.
This is the very first picture of me. See, I'm just trying to eat my tuna!
She took these pictures to work with her to show off how cute I was. The lady also made an appointment with me for the VET for Friday.
Day Three: Friday. Some people were interested in taking me home with them. Mommy said she'd take me to the VET and make sure I was OK and give me a snip snip. After work, they wrapped me up in a towel and took me to the VET.
Unfortunately my blood work showed I have FIV so the people who wanted me couldn't take me (they had other cats). The beans made an appointment to get my nauticles snipped off. I did NOT like the sound of that.
One lady with woofies said she might take me but she'd have to know how I was about dogs. So, two people (my grandbeans) brought this really old woofie over to "my den" to test me. I ran to the lady (at this point I was thinking she'd be a great mommy) and climbed up to her shoulder. Obviously I was home.
Daddy agreed and I was happy.
Day Four: I still wasn't letting people touch me, but I'd play with the cool toys they bought.
Mommy and daddy were very slow around me cause fast movements scared me and I'd hiss and growl. Well, unless it was a fev-ver toy. I spent most of my time upstairs, and mommy put food all around the house for me to find so I could "hunt" and would be more comfortable exploring my new place.
Day Five: I was getting more comfortable and staying downstairs more often. It was months before I really let anyone pet me. This is the day I got my official name. "Mr. Hendrix" This is the name that the icky VET people got when I had my nauticles snipped off on Day Six. Sad. They did it with lasers so I wouldn't have stiches to chew. I would have chewed them too.
This is also the day mommy told daddy that she loved me bunches already and he said he did too. He said he knew, even if I wasn't sick, I'd be their kitty forever and ever the minute they brought me home. That made me happy.
I'm so glad I have my mommy and daddy and a wonderful, safe, warm home with food.
my first Christmas the next month. I'm still tiny, but gaining.
