I felt as if I had already lost her, as I handed Zoey over to Jake. Once she was in his arms, the change in his gruff demeanor was amazing; the kitten turned him into an enchanted boy, overjoyed to be holding his lost cat again.
“Macie Mae!” He cuddled and rocked her like she was a newborn baby. “Did you miss Daddy?”
Zoey didn’t nuzzle him back, nor did she try to get away from him. She just stiffened up. It was clear that she remembered Jake. So why didn’t she act happy or excited? She didn’t move a whisker, just remained paralyzed in Jake’s strong arms.
I watched this reunion in silence, alternately mourning the impending loss of my new furbaby, and wondering over the weirdness of it all: Jake’s transformation into a gentle giant… Zoey’s total lack of emotion… Clarissa still hanging back, staring.
The awkward cuddle fest dragged on for many long, torturous minutes. Finally I drew attention to Zoey’s hideous neck wound. Jake looked and blinked, noticing it for the first time. At last, Clarissa came forward to have a look. They gasped as they examined her.
“It was nowhere near this bad when we last saw her,” Jake insisted.
“Ew! She feels disgusting!” Clarissa grimaced as she felt the scabby abrasions all around Zoey’s neck.
The couple looked at one another. There was some kind of silent communication going on between them.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” Jake said. “You can have her.”
Did I just hear right?!?
“You took her to the vet. You did a good thing for her. I’m willing to reimburse you some money towards the vet costs.”
Talk about doing a total 180!
“That’s not necessary,” I said. I was filled with gratitude towards him for gifting me this sweet baby girl. “I just thank you so much!”
As he handed the precious kitty back to me, I asked him to tell me a bit about Zoey’s history.
What I was told was nothing short of unbelievable.
TO BE CONTINUED…