Most of you have probably never heard Caster’s Birthday Story, as the only one who read our blog back when we found him was my mom. So here it goes…
One rainy Saturday morning, I was lying in bed, putting off getting up – it was cold and rainy, and I had nothing to do anyway. My husband and I just kept dozing, until I noticed the sound of a cat crying. I asked Bobby if he heard it, but he just mumbled, turned over, and went back to sleep. I couldn’t just ignore it, so I got up, put on my coat, and headed outside to investigate. The cry sounded pretty distressed, so honestly I was a bit afraid of what I was going to find. An injured and mangled cat somewhere, perhaps? I went outside our old apartment building and started looking around, following the sound of the cries. They led me all the way behind our apartment building and into the woods. I didn’t get very far into the woods though before I saw the cat about 20-30 feet in front of me.
The whole thing took me by surprise, so it took me a moment to figure out what to do next. The cat was muddy and wet, and I was getting to be that way too, so the only option I really had was to bring him inside. I carried him back to our apartment and walked straight back to the bedroom. Bobby was still half asleep. I stood over him with the cat in my arms, he opened his eyes, stared at me for a second, and said, “Is that… a cat?!” I just smiled, timidly.
That day we took him to the vet to get FIV/FeLV tested so we would know if it was safe for him to be around our other cats. He tested negative. He wasn’t neutered though.
As you know, Caster is a beautiful cat, and he seemed to be in good health. I thought he had to belong to someone, so I put up flyers around our apartment and surrounding neighborhoods. I posted about him on Facebook and Craigslist. No one claimed him. So… he eventually became ours!
We got him neutered, named him (okay… we actually named him the day we found him), and welcomed him into the gang! He fit in purrfectly.
And here we are one year later! We are so glad that Caster is a part of our family. We wouldn’t be complete without him. So, Happy Birthday, buddy. We love you lots. (Even Delilah…;)
** As for his name – you may be wondering how he got the name Caster, as it is a bit unusual. My husband is a guitarist who plays a Fender Stratocaster…