Autor Lori Stokes iz Sjeverne Karoline
Jednog četvrtka navečer otišao sam večerati s prijateljem i čuo sam sićušno mače kako mjauče uz rub kuće dok sam otvarao vrata da uđem. Moja prijateljica nije imala kućne ljubimce jer nije voljela mačke; rekla je da ju je "ježila". Dok sam ulazio na vrata, rekao sam joj "Čujem mače." Rekla je: "Ne, to je tvoja mašta."
Budući da sam mačkica , znala sam bolje. Istrčala sam van i pronašla bebu. Bio je sav mokar. Kuća je ranije bila oprana strujom, ali nitko nije znao da je u grmlju bilo malo mače ili da se smočilo. Očistila sam ga papirnatim ručnicima u slučaju da je na sebi imao sapun neugodnog okusa, spustila sam ga natrag i ušla unutra kako bi mama mogla uzeti svoje dijete. Nakon što je dugo sjedila i gledala ga kako plače, otišla je i nije se vratila.
Otrčao sam do Wal-Marta, uzeo bočicu za mačiće i zamjensko mlijeko za mačiće i odnio bebu kući. Ustajala sam cijelu noć kako bih ga nahranila i pomogla mu oko toaleta, a on je spavao u mojoj ladici. Te ću ga noći, pomislila sam, u petak ujutro ušuljati u ured u kutiji za cipele. Planirala sam ponijeti njegovo mlijeko i držati ga kod administratorice jer je ona 100-ti ljubitelj životinja. Planirao sam ga odvesti u lokalno sklonište za životinje u vrijeme ručka.
Odveo sam ga na posao, ali kako se približavalo vrijeme ručka, administrator je počeo plakati. Rekla je: "Ne možete ga odvesti u sklonište. Jednostavno će ga ubiti."
Rekao sam: "Pa, ne mogu ga držati ovdje i upadati u nevolje. Mora se hraniti svaka dva sata."
Nazvala je direktora ljudskih resursa koji je došao i vidio što imamo. Rekao sam joj da idem u sklonište za ručak, a direktor ljudskih resursa je rekao: "Ako u skloništu nemaju mačku da ga udomi, dovedite ga u moj ured u utorak ujutro. Možete ga držati i hraniti tamo."
pogodi što U skloništu nisu imali udomiteljice.
Beba mora ostati...
Kakvo putovanje. Svake večeri sljedeća četiri tjedna hranila sam i voljela ovu malu bebu koja je odabrala ime Baby Lucky. Svake večeri pakirala sam džepove s patentnim zatvaračem njegove male nosiljke za mačke hranom, suhom mliječnom formulom za mace, čistim bočicama, maramicama za bebe i na kraju smo zalihama dodali pijesak za mace. Otišla sam ga vidjeti tijekom pauze i ručka, obično s kolegama s posla, i svaki put kad je ured za ljudske resurse pomislio da mu treba njegova mama. Ured ljudskih resursa zabilježio je više prometa u četiri tjedna nego cijelu godinu zajedno.
Lucky je imao pet dana kad sam ga dobio i svi smo bili tako uzbuđeni u uredu kad su se njegove male oči napokon otvorile i vidjele ljude koji su ga voljeli sve to vrijeme. Ljudi su svaki dan dolazili vidjeti Luckyja i već u 5 sati imao je red ljudi koji su čekali svoj red da ga zadrže. Bili smo poput roditelja, svi uzbuđeni kad je sam doživio svoje prvo iskustvo s kutijom za pijesak. Mora da se ovdje barem jednom popiškio po svima. Bio je to obred prijelaza. Lucky je volio svoje vožnje na posao i tijekom vožnje bi ležao na leđima u mojoj ruci i sisao nožni prst. Imamo videozapise kako siše nožni prst kao što bi beba sisala palac.
Lucky je odrastao…
Napokon je došao dan kada je postao veliki dječak i mogao je ostati kod kuće. Taj prvi dan kada je Lucky otišao iz ureda za mnoge je bio tužan dan. Jedan kolega je rekao: "Što? Nema ga danas. Imam loš dan i htio sam ga zagrliti da se osjećam bolje."
Danas, šest mjeseci kasnije, Lucky je veliki dečko, au uredu mu i dalje nedostaju i često ga misle. Mnogo je dana prošlo od tog prvog dana u uredu. A postoji još jedan sretan obrat ove priče. Prijatelj koji nije volio mačke sada voli Luckynu divlju mamu i brine o njoj. Da, moja prijateljica Joyce je jedina koja se može približiti Luckynoj mami. Zove se Skiddy Kitty i također je voljena, toliko da se, kad je Joyce otišla na odmor, pobrinula da dobro hranim Skitty Kitty. Više fotografija
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My wife and I have two cats. They are always good for a laugh or two and are great for keeping blood pressures in check. Nice story, Laura. Thanks.
This story is just like mine. My 1 year old ccat , marble. Marble was near are house, live by the forest. She looks just like lucky but green eyes. She get lots of love and soon it will be groom time!!
What a beautiful story!! What a beautiful person you are for loving Baby Lucky. I too love animals,have more dogs than cats,however I love all of Gods creatures.The unconditional love they give us is priceless...God Bless. LolaBR
yes. we have to have a sense of humanity.
I give something to cats whenever I go a nearby restaurant and liver or meat ordered.
cats here have a behavior of people. they can now who is kind and who is cruel.
They can look at you as just beggars do, depending on how much hunger they have.
You can only know if you ever begged. I didn't beg but I have empathy.
I LOVE this story! I likewise rescued three baby birds in a nest on a porch where I lived late one night when their mama did not come back. I knew something was wrong because a bird would NEVER leave her babies like that in the night. I took them inside, wrapped them in tissue, and fed them through the night with a mixture of water, egg and bread crumbs. Took them to work at an office next day and I worked at an old hospital in the publicity dept. Likewise hid them in a box in the drawer, and when fellow workers heard them, they put a B.I.C.U. (Bird Intensive Care Unit) sign on my door and helped me too. A few nights later I called some old friends - the husband was from Yugoslavia and he knew a lot about wild birds, so they agreed to take the one fellow left. Two of the birds died from respiratory ailments while I still had them, but the third bird had a strong will to live and he did! We named him peepers as he sang in bed with me when I would hold him in my hands and sing to him before we went to sleep. That bird lived to be the nice old age of 14 years old - amazing for a little wild bird. He loved the husband from the old country very much, who hand fed him and made special perches for him. When the bird got arthritis from his old age, the man made him soft things to sit on so his feet wouldn't hurt. Although they would leave his cage door open during the day on the porch so that he could actually go free if he chose to, he never did. Other birds would come and visit him, but he was happy with his "home," and never wanted to leave. He DID know how to fly as the man taught him when he was a little fellow. He was called Peepers bcause whenever I would go visit them at their home, he would peep and flap his wings happily! So good when we can help another creature to live! Thank you all for rescuing the kitten too. What a grand story! I guess there are at least a few of us out there!
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