One Sunday, my neighbors asked me to come over. When I got there, I saw two tiny kittens sitting on the kitchen counter. They were dirty and shaking with fright. I was told that they had been left on the steps of my neighbors’ church in a filthy wet cardboard box with a note that said, “Feed us or drown us.” I noticed one of the kittens had just a stump for a tail, and I was afraid that someone had chopped it off just for fun.
Right then, that little guy jumped from the counter straight into my arms, and that was that. I’d been officially adopted. When I took him to the vet, I found out that Bob (that’s what I named him) was about 4-weeks-old, weighed less than two pounds, and was probably a Japanese Bobtail, which meant that his tail, or lack thereof, was natural.
That was 3.5 years ago. Now Bob is a 16-pound grey and white gentle giant. He regularly chases his two canine brothers around the house like a madman, sleeps peacefully beside me on my bed every night, and head-bumps me at 3 a.m. every morning to be let out. I tell him multiple times every day that I don’t know what I’d do without him, and I thank my neighbors, and God, for bringing Bob into my life!
Story submitted by Julie C. from Orlando, Florida.
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