Billy was born seven years ago today, to a stray or abandoned cat in my own community. I know the exact date because he was fostered by a caring guy named Dick, who worked with CC4Cats in my county, and Billy's mom gave birth in Dick's care. My late husband, Asa, and I first saw Billy in our local Pet Food Express on Adoption Day. I had seen Billy a couple of weeks earlier and was quite taken by his poignant little face. His expression was so sweet I thought he was a girl, and he peered beguilingly through the bars of the cage at us. Asa hadn't been particularly interested in him (her) at first.
However, on July 23, 2007, when we revisited Pet Food Express, we both stopped to look at him again, then I proceeded toward the back of the store to pick up cat litter. Five minutes later, I looked up to see Asa walking down the aisle toward me with Billy cuddled in his arms. "Friendly little guy, isn't he?" Asa said with a smile. I smiled too, as the words echoed a deja vu in my mind. They were the exact words he had said when our son, Lance, had brought home our beloved Bubba, more than a decade before.
I proceeded to the check-out stand, paid for the cat food, kitten food, cat carrier, and sundry other goods, then joined Asa at the Adoption Event table where he was writing out a check for Billy. As we were talking to Dick, another shopper came by and she asked if we were taking him home. When we said yes, tears streamed down her face and she said, "Oh, I'm so glad! I've been so worried about him."
Bill was in sad physical shape. It looked as if he had a URI because he had watery eyes and was sneezing. When we got him home we isolated him in Lance's room to protect the other cats. Early Monday morning we took Billy to the vet, first thing. At close to five months old, he only weighed 2.8 pounds. Because of that and because of his tooth development, our vet estimated his age closer to three months. However, Dick had supplied us with photos of the litter, soon after birth, and he had documented their birth date.
Today, looking at his photo, he doesn't look like the same cat. Billy is fat and sassy with a personality that screams "Catitude." He has adopted Lance as his person, and nips at the other cats, including Jaspurr (which we nicknamed "Thor," if they try to intrude into his territory. I'm so happy that we adopted him, both for our sakes and for his. I'm convinced he wouldn't have lived long, otherwise.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BILLY!
Happy Birthday, Billy! originally appeared on About.com Cats on Friday, March 5th, 2010 at 20:34:35.
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