On November 15th, an all black cat in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, celebrated her birthday. Her 22nd birthday!
Yes, reaching a ripe old 22 is amazing, but for this particular senior, it’s more than amazing. It’s miraculous!
I became friends with Little Black Ball — yes, that’s her name — earlier this year when I saw her tweet about turning 22 in November. The number 22 caught my attention as my older brofur Buddy lived to see 22 years, despite being diabetic for ten years. Anyway, I couldn’t let Little Black Ball’s birthday pass without a little celebrating.
This is her story:
“I used to live with another family. I was bought as a present for their child’s birthday.
I loved that little girl. I was pushed around in her doll’s pram. I slept on her bed at night. I sat in the sink when she had a bath.
But then the little girl grew up and moved away.
Nobody loved me any more.
My humans put me outside after my little girl moved away, and they left me there even in the wintertime. I was so cold and getting skinnier by the day. I would walk to the next house to warm myself on their porch, but the man who would one day become my new daddy wasn’t really that keen on me. But then!
Then the lady who would become my new mummy appeared. She loved me from the first moment she saw me. I know this because she’s told me this over and over.
At first I was timid with her. After all, I had loved another human but she abandoned me. How could I ever trust another?
Yet, she persisted. She would put a box with warm blankets on the porch for me, and she would tempt me inside with bits of fish.
When my old humans saw her doing this for me, they said she was mad/crazy. After all, I was nothing but a cat. But my new mummy didn’t care. It took six months before I agreed to stay inside my new mummy and daddy’s house all night. But I’m so glad I did. I felt loved again. This time, I felt real love.
And I never went back to my old home again.
My new daddy told me he didn’t realize how skinny or unloved I was until he stroked my skinny back. He promised to take care of me and love me forever. And to prove it, he now gets up with me every night when I wake him to go outside to wee. I do have a litter tray inside my Forever Home, but after being left outside for so many years, I feel more comfortable weeing in the garden.
In my sun puddle. Walk in front of it at your peril!
Never too old to learn a new hobby. Look! I’m an artist!
A few months ago I brought daddy a mouse. It was dead and I was proud.
He freaked and flushed it.
I look for that mouse every day.
(Gotta come up for air sometime!)
My favorite pasttime is watching the telly with my daddy, holding paws. I feel special. I feel loved.
So that’s my story. Today I have everything I need: shelter, food, brushing, medicine. And everything I’ve ever wanted: a Forever Home with a Forever Family. And Love.
Most of all, Love!
The Little Black Ball
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