My feral boy Cricket

by Jennifer
(Las Cruces New Mexico)

I am a RN and was visiting a patient at a assisted living facility. On my way to the locked dementia unit. I saw kittens hopping under the shrubs. They were born feral under the laundry building. I brought back a cat carrier and put food inside. I sat on a nearby bench until Cricket walked in to eat. He was so tiny about 5 to 6 weeks old. I caught him, and took him home. Now, he is an indoor cat and 3 yrs old. He adapted to my other cats very well. he is very verbal, purrs, talks and lifts his tail up curling it when he walks, prancing about. There fore he has nick names "Sir Prancelot" "Lord of the Prance" and the short name for cricket KiKah.
I take pictures to the residents and they ask about him every time I visit. His litter mates were not so lucky. The facility tells me 2 were killed and the mother cat left the area. I reported the kittens to a local adoption organization but by the time they got there all kitties were gone. Cricket whistles when he purrs like a real cricket. I am loved, purred at, sclermed ( rubbing his head on my face) every day. That is one less homeless sweet kitty in the world. I am very lucky!