Rey came into our family on June 21st last year. I was on my way to work at 5:45am, going 70mph down the highway through a creek bottom when I thought I saw a kitten on the shoulder of the road. I honestly thought my eyes were playing tricks, but I knew I'd think about it all day and wonder if I didn't make sure. So I circled back and drove slowly down the shoulder until my headlights lit up a kitten. Sure enough.
I figured she would be injured if she wasn't dead, but she turned to look at me as I walked up. She was laying about a foot off the white line watching the traffic go by. She surprised me by bolting across the street the first time I tried to pick her up. The second time I grabbed her, and she immediately paid me back by biting the crap out of my hand. She was howling, but no mama cat came out of the woods to claim her.
I threw her in a big igloo cooler I had in the back of my car, wedged the lid up with an umbrella so she could breathe, and headed back home. On my way I called work and told them I'd be a bit late.
For the first week she pretty much slept all the time while the de-wormer, flea and tick killer, and lots of food did their job. I spent two days combing a few hundred fleas out of her long hair. Ick. We were beginning to think she was just a remarkably lazy cat, but after the first week she found her energy and hasn't lost it yet...
Rory has grudgingly accepted her presence. Rey never lets her get much peace, so she has to sleep with one eye open.
|...for the record, we don't actually eat on that table|
People always ask if Rey is a Maine Coon because she has such beautiful, fluffy fur. Considering she's a side-of-the-road special she could be anything, but really I think she's too small to be a Maine Coon. Underneath all her floofs she's quite petite.
Happy first birthday to our gorgeous, purr-filled, sweet and sassy little girl. I'm so glad you didn't get smooshed by a car!