1998 I got a black kitten with a little white spot on
his back. Well, in 1999 I moved from the Bay Area up
to Northern California and I brought my kitten with
me. I moved with my daughter and my kitten, to my parents
house where afterwards I found a small 1 bedroom apartment
and I couldn't keep my cat with me. So I gave him up
for adoption to the animal shelter.
I always wondered about my cat, and thought
of him constantly through the years. I didn't want to
give him up, that cat and I had a special bond. For
3 months my 10 year old Daughter and I were at the shelter
volunteering, cuddling with all the cats. In one cage
was this big black cat, so I opened the door and there
he was at the shelter after 6 years. I knew it was my
cat I gave up for adoption, he also recognized me too,
so he started to give me hugs with his head, love bites
and raising his paw up to my head pushing me away when
I was giving him love on the top of his head. I looked
more closely and saw that little white spot he had on
his back, and I couldn't hold back my tears.
After all this, I decided to bring him home
with me and my family. For this cat is very special
and it's a miracle that after all these years he came
back to me.
My miracle baby.