I have three cats; all strays I have adopted. While each one holds a special place in my heart and has it's own amazing story, I would like to focus on the one we like to call "Lucky Kitty." Here's how he got his name.

Lucky Kitty was the product of a stray female and my ex-landlady's male cat that she basically just kept around for mousing purposes, since she was really a dog-person and didn't care much for cats. Lucky Kitty is a beautiful dark orange and stark white kitty, one of three born to that litter out in her garden. His two siblings quickly succumbed to the landlady's male dog who didn't take kindly to cute, helpless creatures I supposed. So, Lucky soon became the only survivor of that litter. After a couple of days of being the only survivor, he also endured a brutal attack by the same dog and lay lifeless on the ground. My landlady came out of her house and saw him lying there and tried to wake him, but he was out. He was very near death with shallow breathing and was totally unconscious. She decided the best thing to do would be to put it out of it's misery, so she tried to wring it's neck (1). Didn't work. Then, she tried to suffocate it (2). That time it seemed to work and she dug a grave and laid him in the grave, but thought better than to cover him up, just in case he really wasn't dead.

The next day, she walked outside and the kitten was gone. She thought perhaps something came up and got the body in the middle of the night. She was wrong. He had actually revived and crawled out of the grave. Later that day, my hubby walked over to her house and heard some high-pitched squeeking noises and found Lucky lying in the middle of a fire ant mound, covered in fire ants, crying and screaming for dear life. My hubby quickly picked him up and brushed off the ants (3) and then gave me a call at work to ask if he could bring the cat home. Of couse I said yes. I'm an old softy. We named him Lucky for having survived that whole ordeal. Little did we know just how lucky this cat was....

Lucky grew up to be a very handsome and very intelligent cat. He's just about the best cat I've ever had. In addition to the above ordeal, just since he has been with me, he has also been stepped on in the middle of the night by laying right in front of the toilet. I thought he was going to die that night. I freaked out pretty bad. After stepping on him, he sat up and then collapsed on the floor (4). Luckily, I only squeezed the air out of him and he had no internal damage or broken bones. We now have a night light in the bathroom, by the way. Also, about a month after that, I found him running around with a sewing needle sticking out of his mouth. (5) Upon pulling the needle out of his mouth, it was followed by about six inches of thread, enough to go all the way down his throat and into his stomach. That is one lucky cat, let me tell ya!

So far, he's used about five of his nine lives, and that's just what we know of. He's just too curious of a cat. In any case, he's been quite the wonderful addition to our home and we hope he will remain a wonderful addition to our home for many years to come. He is currently approximately one year old.

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