So I wrote about my dog Minnie in a previous blog, and I can’t play favorites, so it is now cat time. I have three cats, who I love to death, but one of the three holds a special place in my heart. His name is Milo, and he is what I lovingly refer to as, the Keith Richards of the cat world. Milo came to me almost eight years ago, when I was living in Miami. Someone decided to leave him and three of his siblings in a five gallon bucket filled partially with paint, in front of a pet store. One look at the little runt, who was the size of a rat, and my heart melted. He was going to be mine.
He looked so pathetic, that my roommate Stephanie said, “what is it?” I told her, a kitten. She said in all sincerity, “no really, what is it?”
I think that if Milo was a human, he would look like Keith Richards, someone who definitely looks a little worse for wear. Someone who keeps on going, when everyone else thinks they should have been dead long ago.
Milo has always been a sickly cat, his veterinarian told me seven years ago that he would not live another six months. He is skinny and scrawny, and is missing teeth.He can’t meow, and only makes a squawking sound, his breath smells like death. The other two cats, won’t play with him, they seem to sense there is something not right with him. He doesn’t seem to know or care that he is different, or not a pretty as the other cats. He lives a happy life, and I love him.
-Jill B