It is now almost Thanksgiving. This has been a big ten days in my cat Maxx’s life. He is 11 months old now and ten days ago his momcat (furmom) had another litter. One of the 5 kittens was born much smaller than the others and weighed only 2.6 ounces.
Soon after he was born my friend Holly, whose cattery Maxx was born into, began to feed this tiny kitten milk from a bottle. She has set an alarm and fed him every hour round the clock for the past 10 days. He now weighs 4.2 ounces.
Maxx writes to Holly who he calls “furstmom” frequently telling her about his life and his thoughts. I am sending some of the emails he has sent to her and her mother (furstmommom) and his tiny brothers and sisters (tinywuns) over the past 10 days:
u dere! i is so glad u dere! en all de moms is dere too… furstmom en furstmommom en furmom… dats a lot uv moms! de moms is all dere to hep u gro… not to wurry… u is bigger den yesterday awreddy… tomorrow u be bigger agen. u can do dis! u drink u milk en have u dreams bout de wurl… de mousies en de moffs dat fly in de winder and all de peeple dat luv us… we so lucky we is cats… evvywun luv us!
mom say dere is a ittybittytinywun … I not kno dis… she say dat u wake up evvy hour to hep de ittybittytinywun…..how u do dis?
PS we luv de picshurs
‘nite… i go sleep now but i dere wid you…we is bruvvers… u can do dis!… i kno it! just wun drop of de milk en den anudder wun drop of de milk… dats all… u can do dis!
mom sez dat today de ittybittytinywun is more ittybitty en dat maybe he not gro up and be all gud… I say dere is hope! u en me we has hope!! we right dere wid de hope! i talk to de ittybittytinywun in my hart en tell him dat we dere wid him so he not be fraid… dat he jus need to drink de milk wun drop at a time en not wurry… dat we keep him warm en hold on to him… dat we not let go
mom say she kno de ittybittytinywun…. mom she be 2.3 pounds wen she was an ittybittytinywun…de ittybittiestwun ever in 1938 … dey say she a me-racul…. wuz in all de papers. she liddle but she tuff… she still tuff… mom say de ittybittytinywun… he tuff too
dere furstmom en furstmommom,
when we kno dat de ittybittytinywun is all gud?… dat he gro up and be all gud? ….
is u very very tired?
Mom sez she saw on de faces buk dat de ittybittytinywun gots 4.2 ounces now…… dis is gudgudgud!….. en he too liddle to say fer himself but i jus want to say fer him dat he so dankful fer u….. en we all dankful fer u….. dat u luvs us en hep us to live …. en we all kno u do dis for eny of us iffy we needed it…en we are very danksgiving to u …..fer us u de most danksgiving purrson dere is.
wid graddytood (how u spell dis?)
Over the course of anyone’s lifetime, there are many people who hold us here, people to whom our life matters. Some hold us for a brief time, others for our whole lives. Some are nurses and doctors and teachers and pastors, others share our family name, and still others are people whose names we no longer remember or never knew. It takes a village to help any one of us to live and to grow. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. May all those who have held you here be blessed. May gratitude to them for your life touch you and fill you and make you glad.