This handsome little guy was living in an old building on my parents’ farm. We had seen him around off and on, and my daughters named him Socks due to his white “stockinged” legs. One day we were outside and noticed he was watching us from a distance. He didn’t seem too scared of us, so we decided to approach him. He led my younger daughter to where he was apparently staying. He was sweet but scared. We gave him some dry cat food and he devoured it as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He stuck around and every day he would wait for my girls to feed him and give him love and attention. He quickly became more trusting of us and we all became very fond of this sweet little kitty. On Easter morning he was nowhere to be found. We looked everywhere and called for him but he never came. Later that evening we found him badly wounded. He had been attacked by raccoons and was in very bad shape. We took him to the vet and luckily he pulled through. We vowed that Socks would never have to worry about fighting for his food or his life, and my parents took him in. He is now safe and very happy. He is sweet and so playful. My parents give him all the love and attention he needs, and my girls still visit him every day. We feel it was fate that on Easter this precious little bundle of furry fun was rescued, and we feel he rescued us as well. We love him so much, and are so happy that little Socks chose us to love, too.

Mary Kieffer-Cabral
KELSO, MO