After a strange fall (I stepped into a groundhog hole and fell on my back), I woke up and was paralyzed from the waist, having pushed a cyst into my spine. Surgery, therapy, and eight weeks later, I was depressed. My daughter Ashley would bring her dogs over to cheer me up. On occasion she would bring one of her kitties with her in a carrier. One morning she arrived and I said okay, I am ready to snuggle; let’s open the carrier. Inside were two very tiny black kittens! I said what’s that! She said I hope it’s your new kitties.
A trip to the pet store for supplies and a very noisy bath in the sink, and they were ready to snuggle. I named them Mystic and Magic. For months I slept on my side with one at my tummy and one tucked behind my legs. They brought me more comfort than I ever could have imagined. Mystic is smaller, although fluffier, and sweet as can be. Magic is sleek and strong and when he wants and demands affection.
I cannot fully describe the joy, laughter and love they have given me over the last five years. My daughter just knew they were the one thing missing for a full recovery! We played hide and seek every single day. Not my idea, but good for me to look all over for them! Many great hiding places for two (invisible) kitties.
I thank the stars above for my rescue kitties. Because in more ways than I can begin to share, they rescued me.
CHULA VISTA, CA
