I came across these old photos of our son and his beloved cat, Nugget, and almost cried, they're so sweet.
A pregnant cat was dumped on our dead-end road. People do crap like this on a regular basis. We once found two black baby kittens, not even old enough to be weaned, that had been dumped. We tried our best to catch them, but they kept running off into the woods. What was their fate? DUH! They either starved to death or were supper for a hungry coyote. I HATE when people dispose of unwanted pets by dumping them along a country road to fend for themselves.
I'm glad the expectant mama cat went to our neighbors instead of here. She had her kittens in their shed, and when they were weaned, our son got pick-of-the-litter of three adorable little mousers.
He carried little Nugget around everywhere he went, like he was a mother cat. That little fur ball really bonded with him. He was the best little kitty ever. He didn't even use a litter box. He went to the door and scratched on it to be let outside to do his business. What a smart and considerate little fellow he was. And unlike most other cats, this one loved to be picked up, held, petted, loved and carried around.
But Nuggie had skin problems which later developed into a rare form of cancer. Soon after this photo was taken (Jacob was around 12), we had to have him euthanized. We were all heartbroken. Memories here, of a little boy who grew up too fast and a special cat who died too young.
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