Near where I lived was a huge mangrove thicket. I got home from work one day and heard some cats screaming. My neighbor and I tried to crawl among the tough roots but to no avail. It was a momma cat and her kittens. My neighbor managed to rescue a little black one. I immediately took him to the vet who said he would not last out the night. Ha! The vet didn't count on me. Not only did I save him, his story continues. In the meantime, no matter what we did, we had to listen to all the kittens and momma cat starve to death. Momma cat was somebody's pet. Argument for spaying and neutering. Shortly thereafter, we moved from our apartment to a house in an eastern neighborhood closer to Michoud. My little black cat disappeared one day and was gone for almost three weeks. My heart was broken-I just knew he was dead. I went into the back yard everyday after work and called and called him. My prayers were answered, one day I heard a faint "Meow" and I screamed and called him. His call got stronger and he made it to our back yard. He was ecstatic and tears were streaming down my face. He came back to me. He came back to me.
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