ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON 12/21/2011
Four years ago Roger and I decided that our Christmas
present to each other would be to adopt a kitten from All Creatures Great and
Small, a controversial local shelter that was in the process of closing. When we went there we found Baci, a
very tiny feral ginger kitten, who came home and joined the family, to our
continuing delight.
I also met Milky and Caramel, two one-eyed brothers who, as
I was told, had injured each other during a fight. They both were so charming and
affectionate that I didn’t see how the story could possibly be true, but there
they were with their rakish pirate charm, and little chance of being adopted
together, which was required because of their strong bond of devotion.
With so many healthy single animals there urgently needing homes, the
chance of someone taking on two special needs cats was very small. Something
had to be done to help them, so I told the staff that I would give a $100
adoption bonus to the person who would take them both. Someone on the staff of
All Creatures told the Times-News about the bonus, and I was asked to come back
to the shelter for an interview and picture with the boys. About a week after the
story ran, no one had claimed the reward so I called All Creatures and was told
that the kittens had been adopted, but they couldn’t be located for the routine
follow-up the Humane Society was conducting. Fearing Milky and Caramel were
dead, or worse, I blamed myself for calling attention to them, and for the next
few months, whenever I thought about them I was deeply sad.
One day I went to the Post Office and found a letter
with a return address that said only, “Milky and Caramel”. They were alive! I was
so stunned and relieved I burst into tears in the middle of the parking lot. When
I pulled myself together and opened the envelope, I found a note from the boys saying
how happy they were, and several pictures to prove it. A few more times since
then I’ve had cards and pictures of “Kumal and Sangha”, as they now are called,
but the kind and still anonymous person who took them in has never asked for
the bonus money.
Today I received a Christmas card that said, “My how we’ve
grown! Four years old, still together and enjoying life. Haven’t forgotten your
kindness…” Inside the card was a fuzzy picture of them looking very well-fed and content, the latest chapter in their
remarkable story which I’m happy to share with you.
POSTSCRIPT
March 16, 2023
Sangha died in the Fall of 2020 and Kumal died this morning. They had long and happy lives together, thanks to the loving kindness of the person who adopted them. Over the years we corresponded, and I saw many pictures of them playing, enjoying the sunshine, and watching the birds from the safety of their screened porch. Their benefactor and I have still never met, but we have built a connection that will endure. The story of the two one-eyed cats has had the happy ending that’s everything I hoped for.
