Post by Kibbz on Apr 28, 2007 9:11:57 GMT -5
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º•Kouga is my beloved cat. His name is based off of this person, a wolf demon from the show Inuyasha. I was going to name him Kiba, but my mother did not like that name. But, Kiba would have fit better than Kouga, but the following story will summarize why.
º•Keep in mind, this is a true story, so yes, things like this can really happen. We did not adopt Kouga. Nor was he the product of a litter we knew. On the night of Christmas Eve, the year of 2003, our house phone rang. Now, I was not at my house during this time, I was in New Jersey, visiting my father. I was told this story by my mother. Anywho, my step-dad answered the phone; his friend. (As I do not know his name, we'll call him John.) John had found a, what he thought, dead kitten. My family, being animal lovers, went to go see it - or, my step-dad went. John did not know what to do if it was dead, but my step-dad was going to take it to the local ER vet. Upon arriving through the sliding doors, one of the ER vets came toward him, as he was carrying a kitchen towel with something inside of it. Taking the kitten away, the vets rushed off into the back, leaving Steve (my step-dad) to sit and wait. About thirty minutes later, the kitten came out with a cast on his left hind leg, and he looked quite clean. We payed for medical bills, and Steve brought him home.. in his jacket pocket. That's how tiny he was.
I returned home Christmas day. I had said that I was wanting a cat, but when I walked into my house that morning, I seen no cat. However, in my stalking, there was a medical card for a cat. I was staring at it, reading through the such and such information. I turn to my parents and gave them a confused look. "Go find him," Steve said, and off I went. I broke things, yes, running around and rampaging because I could not find this kitten I supposedly had gotten. But you know? He found me. The smallest little thing ever came crawling up to me as I sat on the floor in the living room, dragging behind him a blue leg. He crawled into my lap, and fell asleep there.
So what happened to him? Look at your hand, see how small it is? (Or it could be big, but go with me on this one. xD) He was about palm size at age.. a few weeks. Some kids ran over him with bikes, and nearly killed him. It if hadn't been for John yelling at the kids, picking up the bloodied kitten, calling Steve, and so on, my cat would have died.
The Injuries: Broken Jaw, Broken Leg, Messed up insides.
So what happened to these kids? Nothing. All we were happy to see is that Kouga regained the strength in his leg, and now he's four years old, sweeter than ever. He has no scars, but his bottom jaw is messed up, and one of the 'fangs' stick out like a little ol' tusk. So that's why Kiba would be a good name, because Kiba means Fang, and his tooth is just like, "HAI
". xD;I love my kitty. ^^ <3
MY DOGS ARE COMING SOON D8 Kouga just pwns and got here first. <3
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