Sometimes we actually notice when we have been given a gift, that had our name on it.
Little Maktoob is one such gift.
About 2 weeks ago, I heard a small kitten crying in my backyard. My first reaction was,”I hope he doesn’t run into the dog” (a pitbull who has killed cats before)
“I hope it keeps on walking to the next house, as I have 2 cats already and really don’t want a third”
He cried all night and in the early morning light, I saw a scrawny grey and white kitty, in the low branches of a mango tree, right in front of my window.
I thought, poor thing, I wonder how he even got here?”
Maktoob’s 1st Picture
I put him in a box and gave him some food that he gobbled up immediately
and brought him inside.
My plan was to feed him and look for a good home, even pay a Vet for a checkup and deparisite him, etc………. that was before I learned the truth of his arrival.
Later we found a sack ripped open and 3 brothers and sisters scattered around the yard dead…killed by the dog. It was so shocking to me..an image I try not to let replay in my mind…..but by then I knew he was mine. He was destined to be mine as he survived a massacre and “it was already written” that he would live with us.. Maktoob!!
I won’t even dwell on what kind of heartless person would throw a sack of helpless kitties in a yard with pitbulls…but they obviously did that on purpose😢😠😔
Maktoob beat the odds. He climbed a tree! He is a survivor! He is ours and we will make sure his life is full of love and security.
He has already started to play the piano(in the background:)
…and use my face as his favorite pillow:)