The month before Halloween, Tehya my Pretty Kitty developed a severe case of lung cancer and I didn't realize it until it was too late the week before.
It had been two years since I lost Page my Silly Kitty to skin cancer, the Monday before Thanksgiving.
On Halloween night, sitting around my apartment complex - in an empty place - wondering where all the trick-or-treaters were, I hear this meowing. At the base of the stairs was this little kitten, clearly hungry, wanting attention and food and love.
With nothing else to do, I raced out to Publix for packets of cat food, paper plates to put 'em, and put the food out.
A trio of cats emerged from the bushes to partake, and before I knew it me and my neighbors had settled into taking care of two cats, the meowy kitten and an older (by a year) grey cat. Both of them were literally skin and bones. We fatted them up and they were content.
The black-and-white kitten quickly grew brave and learned to race up the stairs to my apartment, and finagled his/her way in past the door to check my place out and recognize I had cat toys still about, and got to wiggling about on the floor contented and purring.
After more than a month of doing this and finding out no one else had reported a missing kitten or twelve, of figuring out the poor things were most likely abandoned - ferals are NEVER this friendly - and in need of a home, noting I only had the budget for one cat to join me, I succumbed to the inevitable that the kitten I had nicknamed Wiggle was my cat, and took him/her today to the vet to proceed adopting it.
The nurses told me Wiggle was a girl cat.
Wiggle is more nickname than name. I needed a good girl cat name. The nurses suggested I get one from a book.
My smartphone has ebooks on it. I opened up my Nook reader and the first book up was by Neil Gaiman.
Her name is now Ocean. If you've read Neil's book, you'd know why.
My Wiggle Cat.
Blessings to you and Wiggle Kitty!
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