After a year of being married, my husband and I moved into our own house. Three weeks later, while my husband was flooding the lawn, he decided to check some old chicken coops that were on our property. They were full of random stuff, and he wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anything in them that should get wet. As he neared the door, he could hear something inside.
When he went inside, in the back corner of the shed, he found four baby kittens that were standing atop one another, trying desperately to get out of the water. Our Scuzmuffin was on the bottom, completely submerged. He had me get a box and we rescued all of them.
They were only a few weeks old – their eyes were just opening. I fed them with an eyedropper and nursed them all to health. When they were old enough, we gave two away, but we kept Scuz and her brother, Rusty.
Just a year after that, she suffered a broken leg (never found out what caused it), and I delved into my college funds to get it fixed. She used that cast like a weapon, hitting us often while we were asleep in bed. She also used it as a rudder to take the corners around furniture when playing with Rusty. She healed beautifully, and I think she runs faster now!
This July, she will be eight-years-old. She often lays on her back, legs spread apart. She can’t meow, only squeaks, and she is the first to comfort me when I’ve been crying. I wish I could clone ten more of her. I named her Scuzmuffin because no matter how much she cleans herself, the hair behind her ears is always “scuzzy” looking.
Story submitted by Jessica from Tremonton, Utah.
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