Figaro

I just wanted to tell you about my kitten, Figaro.  He is an adorable black and white short hair, with six toes on each foot!  We acquired Figaro in a strange way. 

My dad is a caterer, and he was cooking at a site about 120 miles from where we live.  He cooks outdoors, and the whole night, this little kitten was sitting near him, waiting for scraps to fall.  At the end of the event, my dad packed his truck and left for home. 

About halfway home, he stopped for gas; while he was fuelling, he noticed that two little eyes were watching him in the back of his truck (in the topper).  After some digging, he extracted the kitten that had so vigilantly waited for leftovers; he must have crawled in the truck looking for food!  Since he was so small and would not survive alone, my dad took him into the cab of the truck (where the kitten snuggled by him the rest of the ride), and brought the kitten to my house.

We estimated that he was about six weeks old, and his veterinarian agreed.  I had a cat at the time, a very sick sweetie named Peaches.  I did not want another cat, as I was sad about Peaches' condition.  But my four-year-old son named him Figaro (from Pinocchio), and he soon became part of my family.  Peaches, miraculously, lived another three months and passed on titbits of wisdom, such as how to get the cupboard doors open to eat the bread.  Peaches died one morning with Figaro near him, licking his head.

Figaro is a one of a kind cat; he chatters at birds and squirrels, and if he wants attention he will wrap his little six-toed foot (we call them hands, because he uses them like hands) around my finger and licks my finger. His favourite place to sleep is in his little cat bed, with his upper body hanging out onto the floor.  He is a sweetheart and I wouldn’t trade him for the world!

Heidi

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