Merlin

Shortly after my twelve year old kitty Reba crossed the Rainbow Bridge in July 2005, I was at the gym and the girl working behind the desk was holding a very cute, super tiny kitten. She said she was one of four kittens found in the street. She was keeping that kitten and had taken the others to her vet, but only one had not been adopted yet. We went to the vet and they had the one kitten in his own cage. He had been the oldest of the four kitties (he was 8 weeks old, the others were 5 or 6 weeks). They had not been littermates, nobody knows how they ended up together, but apparently this oldest one had been taking care of the others and he was very protective. So here was this little guy, 8 weeks old, with giant paws, big ears, and a super long tail, sitting in the cage, just checking me out. He didn't move at all when I approached him. I opened the cage and took him out, and he immediately started purring and nuzzling against me. He was not scared at all! I knew he had to come with me. He weighed 1.5 pounds that day, and he gained an average of a pound a week for a while. He now weighs 15 pounds. He is so sweet, I know that he was meant to be part of our family. Merlin loves to play fetch! If I throw his fishie or his mousie, he will chase it down, attack it, play with it for a moment, and then come prancing back to me with the toy in his mouth. He then drops the toy at my feet (or in my shoe if one is sitting there without a foot in it) and waits for me to throw it again. He loves that game. He also loves to plop down on his side and be rubbed. He follows me around and is a very good friend. -Sadie