As of late last week, Biscuit, my precious furbaby, turned 5 years old. Since the summer of The Plague, this adorable but exceptionally squishy cat has been a source of smiles & joy in a world that’s increasingly going to hell in a handbasket. For half a decade, this chonky cat lies right next to me whenever I’m in my room, doing the best she can to conform to my leg & ask for belly rubs, and purrs hard enough my leg jiggles ever so slightly. Yes, this kitty of mine has been a source of smiles for half of this seemingly sordid decade, and her origins is surprising.
Let’s rewind to last decade. Around 2014 to 2016 if I recall correctly. Some asshat had dropped off a small box of kittens near my house, only for them to somehow make their way towards me & my folks. Once day, my Mom opens the door to the porch, only to see one of them, and the rest after a few seconds. Immediately she tells my Dad, who reacts as her normally does when it comes to cats at the time. Mom gets some kitten food from the store that day, and begins feeding & watering them so they don’t die. This in turn got Pops to jokingly call Ma “Sucker Finder”, and I’m not going to lie when I say that I did to (Even though I loved those little kitties). For a few years, we’ve tended to them as they grew up, and oddly enough a few more showed up over time. Mom & me loved them with all our hearts, while Dad was his usual self about it.
Fast forward to 2020. More specifically, Father’s Day 2020. That day, one of the cats was tragically hit by a local, and this cat recently gave birth to four kittens, and recently at that time moved to a spot by the creek near us. The woman that did it was a local, who came to our house sobbing & saying that she hit the most beautiful cat in the world. Mom & me immediately knew who it was, and went out to grab her body & bury her on the property (We got a tiny Cat graveyard). However, an oddly bigger issues was trying to rescue her babies. We knew they were still at the creek, but we didn’t know what part. Not only that, but when a mamma cat communicates with her kitten, they chirp rather than meow, so Ma gets some mamma cat chirp noises ready on her phone, and over the course of a few days (That’s kind of a story in & of itself) we rescued them & brought them inside.
We knew we couldn’t keep them, so over the course of a few weeks we looked for homes for the kittens, and we were pretty successful. Two of them, ironically enough, went to a local in town (Might have been the same woman I mentioned earlier), and one had gone to a friend of my Mother’s daughter, only for it to be returned cause of issues they were going through, and they went to another friend of my Ma.
So now we get to me. It was early August if I recall correct, and I just got to the bathroom after waking up. Before I could close the door, this is the conversation with my Father:
“Josh, do you wanna keep the cat?”
“Dad, she going to a good home. It’s okay.”
“Okay, so here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna take the two kittens, and you’re gonna start juggling. You’re gonna juggle the kittens. Which ever one stays up in the air the longest, is the one you’re gonna keep.”
I was almost going to slug my Dad for that joke, but Mom came in to basically translate what he said before something actually happened. After that, the rest....is history.
So that was a warm & fuzzy story about Biscuit, my precious furbaby. With the kind of year everyone has been having, it seemed only right that I talk about her. Stayed tuned throughout the rest of this month for some more goodies. See you soon!
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