Cosmo the Wonder Kitty
If you know me well, you know that I am 1000% a cat person. No questions asked. I like to think of myself as one with the feline friends.
Most of my friends love dogs, and as long as I can remember we've always owned a dog. I hate to admit it, but dogs HATE me for some reason. Maybe it's because even though I'm petting them and giving them belly rubs, they know that in the back of my mind I'm thinking "wow, you're so needy and annoying, stinky and slobbery." I also don't like babies for this exact same reason (but that's a whole other topic).
Recently I had a little furry friend come into my life unexpectedly, and I could not love him more. I wanted to share with you the story of Cosmo, the Wonder Kitty.
I'll have to start at the beginning, which is a few years ago now. In my second year of college a woman at my brother's work found a kitten inside a dumpster. She asked my brother if he wanted it, but my parents didn't want another cat in the house after my last one passed away a few years ago. He was so upset, but I said that I would take the cat because I had just moved into a new apartment and thought it would be kind of fun to have a pet. And so, Pimento entered my life. She was just a few weeks old (I'm surprised I didn't have to bottle feed her she was so young) and I would wind up having this cat for the next five years.
She was incredible and had a super amazing personality. Most cats I know just sit around all day and do nothing, are super skittish or are just nasty little beings. However, this cat was something else. She was as a beautiful smoky grey colour, as fat as they come (basically the size of a small raccoon, not kidding) and was so friendly that everyone who met her instantly fell in love. She always wanted to play, loved raspberry kisses on the tummy and squawked instead of meowed. She moved with me to London and back multiple times, and then to my parents where she met her untimely fate.
Late last August Pimento got out in the evening and never returned. We searched for her for weeks and weeks but she was just gone without a trace. I was so heartbroken I would sit by the back patio door at night and just cry. It's one thing for a pet to die and you know what caused it, but to have a pet just disappear into thin air and never return? That was something else.
Our final conclusion was that she was attacked by coyotes. It was the only thing that made sense. The night she went missing they were out in the backyard howling and she was declawed and super fat, so there was no way she could escape if they cornered her. I accepted this as her fate and had to move on.
Fast forward a few months, and my parents are very annoyed with me because I keep asking to adopt a cat. My Mom, being the sweetheart that she is, said that she would be okay with me getting a new cat if I could get my Dad to agree. However, his heart was set on never owning another cat ever again.
Then late one night he heard some rustling in the back section of his work barn and some faint meows. He opened up the door to find an extremely tiny and malnourished kitten crying for help. The cat was covered in blood and had a huge scrape across its face. He had been attacked by coyotes and managed to escape through a tiny hole in the side of the barn. He hid in the back barn for a few days until my Dad came across him, and the timing couldn't have been better since it was FREEZING outside. He texted my Mom to let her know what he had found and asked her not to tell me, but little did he know I had just pulled into the driveway when she was heading over to check out the cat for herself. "Megan, your dad found a grey kitten in the barn" and that was all I remember until I held that little guy in my hands.
"I'M KEEPING HIM" I said, and that was that.
For the next couple of days I kept the kitten in my room and nursed him back to health. The scrapes on his body were so bad he was bleeding everywhere and he was so afraid that he never left my side. I eventually took him to the vet because his scrapes wouldn't stop bleeding and he had bled all over my mattress. The vet gave him some shots, cleaned him up a bit, and then asked me what his name was.
Oh my god...I need a name, and it has to be a good one. I threw some ideas out there and so did my brother and then it just hit me.
I knew I wanted a name that revolved around outer space, because let's face it, this cat is
*oUtTa tHiS -wOrLd-*
I shall name him Cosmo.
And so, little Cosmo joined the Lovering family and never left. He has so many similarities to Pimento that I feel like he could be a reincarnation of her.
He's so friendly, happy, and always wants to snuggle. Also, his purr is so loud it sounds like a car engine. I've never met a cat with so much energy and love to give and it's so incredible. Another fun fact? He's inbred...So he's super tiny and is a loving result of his parents being siblings.
I'm so happy we were able to save him from what could've been a disaster, and I can't wait to see him live out a long and happy life!