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On a warm summer night four years ago, my daughter in law tripped on something unseen on my front porch steps, bending to see what was there she discovered a little orange tabby kitten. He was only 3 or 4 weeks old, too young to be outside roaming the neighborhood. When she brought him in the house and put him in my hands it was love at first sight. I lifted him to my face to get a better look and he began to lick my face purring and rubbing my cheeks and lips like no other cat I had ever held before. I was horrified when I discovered some terrible person had cut all his little whiskers to the nub. Upon further inspection I found this little orange angel had been badly abused at such a tender age, his ears stuffed with dirt and small stones and dirt had been forced into his rectum. My heart went out to this little boy! I had my own mother cat who had recently had a litter of 4 that were approximately a week younger than this little foundling. Though I knew he would not be received too happily buy the mother cat, Baby, I chose to keep him.

I took him into the bathroom and proceeded to get the dirt out of his little ears and to clean him up. You would think he would have resisted this effort, not my Loco, he purred and purred as I dug the dirt out of his ears and washed the filth off his little body. I noticed he was very bloated and knew I had to get the debris out of his bottom. I got a few cotton balls and moistened them with warm water, applied some dish soap to them and began to massage his rectum, getting a few drops of the soapy water inside. He continued to purr and show me how much he appreciated my efforts to give him relief. After a couple of hours in the bathroom using the cotton balls he began to pass some gas, I was never so joyful over gas. As he opened up I was able to finally get some soap in there and stimulated him to the point where he was able to push some of the pebbles and dirt out. By this time it was 4:00 am and I needed to get some sleep. As much as I wanted to take him into my bedroom I knew that would cause Baby great concern as the nesting place for her own kittens was a nice private hideaway I had made for her in my closet. I placed a dish of water, some softened Kitten Chow, and a nice soft blanket in the bathroom and headed for bed.

I was greeted in the morning with so much love from this tiny kitten I actually wept! As little as he was he nearly tripped me as he was rubbing all over my feet and trying to climb up my pajama bottoms

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