Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Brother Henry here. Back in August Leader Otis received word of a miracle from Disciples Kayt and Justin. He intended to relay this story to all of you Himself, but as His health declined and we all coped with His impending departure, the story slipped through the cracks… that is… until today. Today it is my pleasure to bring you the story of Tabby and Panda, and the three people that embodied the message “Be The Miracle” in their lives. The email that was sent to The Leader follows.
Once Upon a Time (last May), two nervous skinny cats were living in the armpit of America (a NJ rest stop off the interstate). They lived by the vending machines, were chased off and threatened by staff there during the day, barked at by motorists walking dogs (by the dogs, not the motorists) and by their clear eagerness to eat popcorn and snickers bars, they weren’t thriving.
Although both kitties were sadly skinny, each had a distinctive potbelly. Along came fate (by way of a full bladder and low blood sugar) and two adventurers on their way home, ironically, from a pet blogging convention… Their car laden with (ironically) tons of sample cat food, and two empty pet carriers, from pet bunnies who had recently found homes of their own.
With the help of a wonderful man who was homeless himself, but who had thanklessly worked to “domesticate” two beautiful homeless kitties by sleeping with them all winter, behind the vending machines… he helped us “catch” the cats (they jumped into his arms, but wanted nothing to do with our “carriers”) The first night, we took Panda home, but Tabby just wouldn’t come. The next morning, Panda gave birth. We suddenly realized the urgency of our rescue. We went back that night, and with the help of some great cat temptation (SmartFood cheese popcorn), Tabby joined us. Her kittens came a week later.
We now have SEVEN beautiful, no-longer-feral kitties. Though space limitations (and three resident house kitties none to happy with the visitors) mean we simply can’t keep all 7, we can promise each will be vaccinated, spayed and neutered, and will NEVER be skinny or hungry (except at 5am on the weekends) again.
My beloved Gypsy, (the feral who followed me home while running during the police academy) passed away suddenly only eight years old, this past February. I believe Gypsy is the patron saint of all Dumpster Cats. He certainly brought us these two beautiful girls, along with their kittens, knowing we would keep them safe. We all miss Gypsy dearly. But I know he’d be happy knowing it took seven cats to fill his litter box. (I couldn’t say “shoes”!)
Kayt & Justin
And of course…Panda, Tabby, Shadow, Blue, Gizmo, Monster and Fuzz.
Ps. We hope Gypsy is also looking over the man, that despite these cats being his only companions, so selflessly begged us to take them despite his broken heart, because he wanted them to have “a real home”. He could have easily told us to leave his cats alone, but chose this life for them. We hope someone can help him like we helped the cats….
Kayt and Justin, thank you for sharing this inspiring story. We too purr that the man who put the cats’ needs before his own has found someplace warm and safe to call home and we thank him, wherever he may be, for being a true kitty Guardian.
In Otis’s Name,