I would like to take the time to share how Mary Jane came to be my Kitty Child. Mary Jane actually came to me through her Mother. I was residing in a communal living house, when one evening my Land Lady came to me and said that there was a very friendly stray cat on our back deck. I followed her out there and sure enough, a very friendly, very small, orange kitten was sitting out there. I sat down and gave her all the pets she wanted. Normally we just left strays alone. There are dozens of them in that area. This one was different. She was super friendly and loving. And she wasn’t going away. We took her in and gave her a home. A couple of days later, however, she went into heat. My Land Lady was not going to put up with the howling. So, we tossed her back out. She would not go away. A few days later I could not stand to hear her crying outside our house anymore. If we could not keep her, I would find someone that could. I spread the word at work about her. A day later I got a text from one of my co-workers. She had talked to her husband and he said they could take the kitten. We met at a gas station (It was pouring rain, like in the movies when you say sad goodbyes. I’ll never forget.) and handed her over. I was sad and happy at the same time. I mostly felt awesome that I found her a good home and better yet, my Land Lady was happy to be rid of the howling kitty. But something had happened….
I believe it was about two weeks later when I got a text message from my co-worker. “This cat is pregnant”, it read, “and you’re taking one of the kittens.” I was actually really excited about this. I spent the next months buying things that I would need to make my new furry friend happy. I finally got the text saying she was having the kittens. I went over there that night to see them. There were four total but because of how young Momma was, one was stillborn. There were three remaining. Two of them were orange and one was white. I wanted the white one. The white one was not doing well, however. We weren’t sure what was wrong with it, but Momma was not cleaning it like she had the other two. She did not want anything to do with it. They spent the evening trying to nurse it and keep it warm, but it only made it to the next day. I got the text. “The white one didn’t make it.” I was heartbroken. My second choice was the little girl with what I called “White Airbrush” on her face. I waited the acceptable amount of time and the day finally came. I got to take her home with me. I almost turned the car around and took her back because she cried the whole way for her Momma. I felt terrible. But within a week, she was in love me. She would sleep curled up around my neck and she’d tornado around the room making me laugh hysterically. I named her Mary Jane. I had no idea at that time how much she was going to mean to me, how much of a bond we were going to share. I’ll save all of that for “My Story” though. I still say to this day that it was fate for us to come together.
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