One day, I was visiting my husband’s aunt. She told me that she had been watching her daughter’s cat, and the cat got out of the house by accident. She used her car to search the neighborhood, driving slowly and calling out the cat’s name from the open car window.
Sadly, her daughter’s cat never came, but instead a scrawny, flea-infested orange and white cat did and followed her car all the way home. He had on an old purple flea collar.
She assumed he had a home, but he stayed at her back door. She ended up feeding him for a few days. Curious, I asked to see him. He meowed at me, and I was smitten.
I took him home with me. My husband and I gave him a flea bath, fed him and brought him to the vet. He had a gastrointestinal illness which the vet said was probably from eating garbage while he was lost. We looked for his owners, but nobody came for him.
He loved us immediately, sleeping in between us at night and staying close to us during the day. He was the sweetest cat we had ever met, so we named him our sweet Baboo.
After our first child was born, Baboo would take naps with the baby, cuddling close but never hurting him. He stayed with us for 10 years, sleeping in between us every night and sitting on our laps while watching television. When he was diagnosed with bone cancer, we were devastated. Ten years was such a short time to have with this beautiful soul. The last night of his life, he chose to sleep with our son. Our hearts broke when he passed, and we will always remember how lucky we were to have found him.
Story submitted by Christine Reynolds from Wallingford, Connecticut.
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