It was a summer day on Lake Amador. We were cruising the lake fishing for bass. Went into one of the fingers of the lake to fish the bank. As I was casting, I heard a shrill cry. Sounded like a kitten. It continued. I told my husband to beach the boat, I wanted to check it out. I took some of my turkey from my sandwich, in case I needed to lure him. A boy was coming down the hill and told his dad it was an older cat. They left. With bait in hand, I started up the steep hill. I finally reached the point of the cries. It was a black kitten, crying. Because he was a long haired, burrs and pine needle were stuck in his fur. I talked to him and presented my turkey. He came right to me. Picked him up and took him back to the boat. It took 2 hours to clean him up. He spent the rest of the weekend fishing with us. He sat under my husband's seat for shade. When we returned home, he had his well baby check -up. He was 3 months old.
We named him Amador, after the lake he was rescued from. He was the love of my life. We had him for 16 years. Amador blessed our lives.
TOPAZ, CA
