I try to remember the year. I believe it was either 2010 or 2011. This would make Midnight either 12 or 11. I have been calling him 13 years old. No wonder he's upset with me. In any case, a little boy gave him to me at the end of the school year. I was working in South Phoenix in an elementary school. He wasn't my student. His mother didn't speak English. "Do you want him?" He was this tiny kitty. The small boy told me that he was the runt of the litter. When I brought him home, my husband at the time, Santi, told me that I had 9 days to get rid of him. He has lasted so long already.
Midnight was really my baby. He loves to snuggle and be carried vertically. He was the only cat I knew that liked to be carried. He was so small and sweet. He got along well with our oldest cat, Samson right from the start. When we brought Barkley home, we were scared to introduce them. Later, it was Midnight that would hang out with Barkley. They were such good friends.
One day, a window was accidentally left open. The kids and I went out, it was just after Santi passed away. We went to church and when we got home, there was a dog and one cat waiting for us to arrive. Samson was so upset. It was almost like he was waiting for us to get home. David and I went around the block looking for a black cat in the dark of night. I was crying. I just lost my husband, I was going to now lose my cat!!!
The next morning I woke up and went to the backyard right away. I was standing there drinking my coffee when I see a sly black cat climb back over the wall to the house./ I didn't wait. In bare feet and pajamas I went running and picked him up. I felt a little like the father running towards the prodigal son. I was just so glad he was back. When I put him down, Samson sniffed him and licked him. Big Brother missed him.
When we brought home Luke, the lucky kitty, Midnight was the one who showed him the ropes. Luke loves to mess with Midnight. I can find them sleeping together and fighting. They are just so cute. Midnight is my social butterfly He loves company but hates the doctor. Right now, he is fighting. He has a lot of life in him. We are coddling him as much as we can. Sweet cats are a gift. We are cherishing him while he is with us. Every day with him is another day of the gift that is his presence. Yes, it can be stressful caring for a disabled cat but he doesn't complain... until it is time to give him medicine. So far, it takes at least three of us to give him his medicine. My Midnight is such a fighter and I am so grateful for him. I am thankful to God who has brought him into our lives to love and be loved unconditionally. He, like so many pets are such a gift. Praise the Lord!
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