wayne on August 4, 2008
Actually, I lied when I said we don't have kids. We have three actually. Two cats and a dog to be exact. This is one of the family right here, Brick. Yes, Brick is his name.
All our family are rescues in one form or another. One day we heard a kitten crying off in the distance. Too far to go hunting for since surely someone else is hearing it.
Next evening, we hear the same kitten crying off in distance, but this time, it was coming from the other direction. It could have been another kitten entirely, and may have been for all I know. I tend to think differently about it though.
The third time I heard the kitten, I was outside talking with my neighbors about something. Then I hear it. It's coming from my neighbors side yard. I ask if he mind if I retrieve it, and of course, he didn't mind.
I found Brick underneath a stack of bricks in some woebegone area of the neighbors side yard. He was covered in fleas and one of his eyes were infected pretty badly. I picked him up and immediate took him to Jacq, the resident pet medic. She cleaned him up as best she could and we took him to the vet to have his eye checked on. Brick was so tiny and so young, we worried for him making it with the infection in his eye.
I'm happy to report today that his eye has long since healed and he has fully recovered, grown and become the pain in the ass he is today. He quickly love up on you and the next minute sink his teeth into you for looking at him cross-eyed. He's a great cat though, and I'm glad I found him.
He's been through a few adventures, and this is just one of them. We found him under a newspaper, relaxing. I grabbed the phone (not the camera) and set it to multi-shot, this is what happened.
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