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Nekega četrtka zvečer sem šel na večerjo s prijateljem in slišal sem majhnega mucka , ki je mijavkal ob strani hiše, ko sem odprl vrata, da bi vstopil. Moja prijateljica ni imela hišnih ljubljenčkov, ker ni marala mačk; rekla je, da so jo "jezili". Ko sem šel skozi vrata, sem ji rekel: "Slišim mucka." Rekla je: "Ne, to je tvoja domišljija."
Ker sem mačji človek , sem vedel bolje. Stekla sem ven in našla otroka. Bil je ves premočen. Hišo so že prej oprali, a nihče ni vedel, da je v grmovju mladiček ali da se je zmočil. Očistila sem ga s papirnatimi brisačami, če je imel na sebi milo neprijetnega okusa, ga dala nazaj in šla nazaj noter, da je mama lahko vzela svojega otroka. Po dolgem sedenju in gledanju, kako joka, je odšla in se ni več vrnila.
Stekel sem v Wal-Mart, dobil stekleničko za mačje mladiče in nadomestno mleko za mačje mladiče ter odnesel otroka domov. Celo noč sem vstajala, da bi ga nahranila in mu pomagala pri straniščnih potrebah, on pa je spal v mojem predalu. Tisto noč, sem si mislil, da ga bom v petek zjutraj pritihotapil v pisarno v škatli za čevlje. Njegovo mleko sem nameravala vzeti s seboj in ga obdržati pri administratorki, ker je ona 100. ljubiteljica živali. Ob kosilu sem ga nameraval odpeljati v lokalno zavetišče za živali.
Tako sem ga peljal v službo, a ko se je bližal čas kosila, je skrbnik začel jokati. Rekla je: "Ne morete ga odpeljati v zavetišče. Samo ubili ga bodo."
Rekel sem: "No, ne morem ga obdržati tukaj in imeti težave. Hraniti ga je treba vsaki dve uri."
Poklicala je direktorja človeških virov, ki je prišel in videl, kaj imamo. Rekel sem ji, da grem v zavetišče ob kosilu, in direktor kadrovske službe je rekel: "Če v zavetišču nimajo mamice mačke, ki bi ga vzgajala, ga pripelji v torek zjutraj v mojo pisarno. Tam ga lahko obdržiš in hraniš."
uganete kaj V zavetišču niso imeli rejnic.
Otrok mora ostati …
Kakšno potovanje. Vsak večer v naslednjih štirih tednih sem hranil in ljubil tega majhnega dojenčka, ki je izbral ime Baby Lucky. Vsak večer sem spakiral žepe z zadrgo njegove male mačje nosilke s hrano, suho mlečno formulo za mačje mačke, čistimi stekleničkami, otroškimi robčki in na koncu smo zalogam dodali pesek za mačke. Šla sem k njemu med odmori in kosilom, običajno s sodelavci v službi, in vsakič, ko je kadrovska služba menila, da potrebuje svojo mamo. Kadrovska služba je v štirih tednih zabeležila več prometa kot v celem letu skupaj.
Lucky je bil star pet dni, ko sem ga dobil, in vsi v pisarni smo bili tako navdušeni, ko so se njegove oči končno odprle in videle ljudi, ki so ga imeli radi ves ta čas. Ljudje so prihajali vsak dan pogledat Luckyja in ob 5. uri je imel vrsto ljudi, ki so čakali, da pridejo na vrsto, da ga primejo. Bila sva kot starša, vsa navdušena, ko je sam doživel prvo izkušnjo s peskanjem. Gotovo je vsaj enkrat polulal vse tukaj. To je bil obred prehoda. Lucky je oboževal svoje vožnje v službo in je med vožnjo ležal na hrbtu v moji roki in sesal nožni prst. Imamo videoposnetke, kako sesa prst na nogi, kot bi otrok sesal palec.
Lucky je odrasel ...
Končno je prišel dan, ko je bil velik in je lahko ostal doma. Prvi dan, ko Luckyja ni bilo v pisarni, je bil za mnoge žalosten dan. En sodelavec je rekel: "Kaj? Danes ga ni. Imam slab dan in hotel sem ga objeti, da bi se počutil bolje."
Danes, šest mesecev kasneje, je Lucky velik fant, ki ga v pisarni še vedno pogrešajo in pogosto mislijo nanj. Veliko dni je minilo od tistega prvega dne v pisarni. In v tej zgodbi je še en srečen preobrat. Prijatelj, ki ni maral mačk, zdaj obožuje in skrbi za Luckyjevo divjo mamo. Ja, moja prijateljica Joyce je edina, ki se lahko približa Luckyjevi mami. Ime ji je Skiddy Kitty in tudi ona je tako zelo ljubljena, da je, ko je Joyce odšla na počitnice, poskrbela, da sem dobro poskrbel za hranjenje Skitty Kitty. Več fotografij
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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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