Today marks the beginning of a special 48 hours in my house. It's my Gotchabirthdayversary! My third one!
Today I am three years old. Tomorrow I will have been living with my family for three years. My mum first met me when I was only hours old. My eyes were sealed shut, my umbilical cord was attached and I was still a bit icky from the birthing process. I had been rescued from bushes by a very kind man who found my littermate brother and sister three years ago today, and then after searching for hours for the source of my squeeking found me in bushes three years ago in the early hours of tomorrow.
I struggled a lot as a kitten and had a number of close calls. I was given a bad prognosis by my vets that suggested I would have a very short life. My vets did not count on one thing though, and that was how strong the power of purr and of love is. Right from the very beginning of my life I have been given love by my mum and dad, Fui and Suey, my littermates Harry and Hermione, and all my wonderful blogging friends. It's the kind of thing that vets can't prescribe, but it's power is legendary.
I haven't just defied the bad prognosis, I've turned it right on it's head. I have grown into a strong, brave, funny, silly, loving, kind, crazy little cat. I adore my family, and they adore me right back.