For the longest time I had wanted to get a pet. I love cats, but unfortunately, the husband is allergic. After a long while of me pestering him for a pet he finally turned to me and said "If god wants us to have a pet, he'll give us a pet." That night, we go to bed. Suddenly, Jerry goes downstairs after hearing a crash. He comes back upstairs and says "Hun, take out your earplugs. We've got kittens." I go downstairs and see a hole in the dining room ceiling and a little kitten on the floor. Apparently, a cat had tried to move her litter into the ceiling and it had collapsed under the weight.
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| The hole in the ceiling |
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| Scared Mama Cat |
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| We named him Geronimo |
We grabbed the biggest box we could find and put kitten number one in it
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| Named this one Leo at first... |
Then we checked the hole and found kitten number 2. It became very apparent that kitten number 1 belonged to the Mama Cat that fell through, but kitten number 2 seemed to have been abandoned in the hole by a different cat. Eventually, Mama Cat escaped the house and kitten number 1 was returned to her. But that left us to deal with kitten number 2. After bottle feeding her every 2 hours for a couple of weeks, she mewed and snuggled her way into our hearts and Cleo finally became a part of the family.
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