On a Saturday
evening, two years ago, my husband and I were getting ready to go
out and do a little Christmas shopping. I had heard a cat meowing
rather loudly outside somewhere. This went on for about 20 minutes
before I finally decided to go investigate.
I walked out to the end of our driveway, the meowing got
louder. Across the street was a small white cat, about 5 months old,
just sitting there crying. I walked over to her and she let me pick
her up. It had been raining earlier, but she wasn't wet, so I knew
she hadn't been there long. She snuggled inside my warm coat and my
heart melted.
I knew I was pushing my luck to ask my husband if I could get
another cat, we already had two that ruled our home. So, I put some
food and warm milk outside for her and we left to do our shopping,
not sure what I would do if she was still there when we returned
back home.
Sure enough, as soon as I got out of the car I could hear this
loud meowing again and found her still inside our fenced yard.
Again, when I picked her up, she snuggled inside my coat, so I
decided to bring her inside. She immediately curled up on my lap and
went to sleep. I looked at my husband and gave him that look that
said, "oh, please let me keep her." I called the local
animal shelter and left a "found" message.
Not wanting to let her near my other cats until the vet could
check her out, I put her in the bathroom for the night. The next
morning when I opened the door, her back was towards me and she
didn't turn around until the door actually touched her. It was that
instant that I realized she was deaf. I took her to the vet on
Monday and had her checked out, and her only problem was an ear
infection which was cleared up with a couple of shots.
She was such a love and demanded so much attention, I just
couldn't imagine anyone just abandoning her. I never got a call from
anyone looking for her and I had decided to keep her, with my
husband's approval.
Then I had to decide on a name for this beautiful white fluff
of fur. Nothing else came to me but one name -- and so, like
Christmas snow that falls silently in the night, so is the world
that our "Christmas Snow" lives in. She stills has to be
the center of attention and lets me know when she wants to curl up
in my lap. I even taught her my own version of some sign language. I
know she was meant to be a part of my life and I know she's happy
here.