Miller (left) and Hillary (right)		Ms KC Rose

Our Feline Pack

Excerpt from Doggone Green,
Chapter Two, Haunted By Homelessness

Brother Miller and his sister, who lives high in the Rocky Mountains with an adoptive family, were young kittens when a caring human found them living near a dumpster. Their mom had lost her life at a busy intersection. The human took them to Angels With Paws, a kitty cat shelter in Lakewood, CO. Miller had a high fever, so the shelter director, one of my moms, rushed him to Harrison Memorial Animal Hospital in Denver, where he received a blood transfusion and was fed through a syringe. He spent two weeks in the hospital isolation ward because he had a deadly disease called feline distemper [panleukopenia].

His chance of surviving was slim to none. Then we fostered him in our home for six weeks. He lived in his crate because he wasn’t supposed to exercise much, and we kept him isolated from the rest of us because his immune system wasn’t very good. Today the fellow is a healthy and large orange tabby; one fine looking dude. He and his human grandma developed a special bond in her final years.

When my sister Hillary was a young cat, she was in poor health and pregnant. She had been pitched out of the back of a moving pickup truck and left for dead. A loving soul cared enough to pick her up and carry her to my Mom’s shelter. There she recovered to become a one-of-kind, irresistible, and shaggy love, who’s full of spunk and attitude. She tells us she aspires to accomplish something big.

Ms. KC Rose, our newest family member is a black cat whose human mom passed away. She needed a home; she chose ours with the help of an animal communicator. She moved in Halloween 2007. She is older than we are and very set in her ways. She is adjusting to our lively family unit and I have little doubt she has a lot to teach us.

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