Noah the Refugee
(Morayfield, Qld, Australia)
Yes, he's talking to me
Many years ago, some neighbors of ours decided to relocate in a hurry. Among other things, they left their small kitten behind without making any arrangements for his welfare.
He was a feisty, rangy kitten whose tail was longer than his body. It was not hard to fall in love. I was hooked and decided to adopt the little refugee rather than take him to the local shelter.
The first thing I had to do was bathe him. He was covered in fleas and the water turned rusty red from each rinse before it ran clear. The kitten endured his bath trustingly, turning huge chartreuse eyes on me throughout the experience and talking to me the whole time.
There and then, I named him Noah. I vowed to never allow him to become flea infested again. After that start, I was always able to bathe him without any problems.
Noah grew up to become a most beautiful gray tabby cat with a perfect 'M' on his forehead. He always talked to us and he maintained his thick, long tail to perfection nearly all his life.
He was a very curious cat and this caused him to have a few adventures. Once, his tail was broken when it was caught under a neighbor’s car tire. We feared he would lose his signature appendage, but miraculously, he regained full use of his magnificent tail.
Another time he took a walk through a rainforest area, calling out to us all the time, and was bitten by a spider. His front paw swelled up to twice its size before the antihistamines given to him by the Veterinarian reduced it to near-normal.
The last year of his long 18 years of life, Noah developed diabetes. I had to give him daily injections and he accepted them without protest. He was a loving and companionable cat who I missed deeply.
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