Taken on his lucky day
One stormy night, a impossibly small and wet kitten crawled up my drive and braved my two dogs and three enormous cats to mew at my front door. The thunder was so loud, us adults didn’t hear a thing. Trust Bern to have his ‘sharp eyes’ open. He noticed the little sodden creature and asked me for the key to the front door. I was a little perturbed and ask him, “What for?”
“There’s a kitten outside of course!” Of course. What else could it be o.0 ? Anyway, properly chastised, I dutifully went to verify his story. True enough, a kitten (and that is a bit of exaggeration, for it was really itty bitty) was mewing at the doorstep.
Obviously, in it came. We nursed it, not expecting it to survive, but survive it did. We called him Kaiser after the Germanic Emperors for his regal bearing and dignity.
Well, today is his lucky day, COZ HE GOT ADOPTED! By a truly wonderful lady called Pia Zain. SKaiser is proof that ‘happy ever afters’ do happen.
