One day i was feeding horses for my cousin when we heard a very loud and high pitched screeching noise (name
) and we saw the dogs flinging this little brown thing in the air and then biting it! So as I ran over there to my horror I saw it was a kitten in the dogs mouth and he was shaking his head viscously so as a charged in I kicked the dog in the stomach and it knocked the wind out of him and he dropped it. I picked up the kitten expecting mortal injuries, but found him just covered in slobber and a small cut on is arm. Other than that he was fine. We took him home and showed him to our mom and dad and did the "can we keep him" thing.
he was VERY young, week old tops, he didn't have open eyes yet! we needed a barn cat so they allowed him for an outside pet when he got old enough, In the mean time we were going to hand raise him. At night he would wake us up screeching when he was hungry. And the noise that woke us up at night and in the morning, (and that saved his life!)
just stuck! After he grew up i couldn't fathom letting him live outside, so many cats are eaten where i live in the middle of nowhere! coyotes, owls, cars, dogs, foxes, minks, snakes.. My cousin started a year with 38 cats from the shelter and in just 7 months everyone had disappeared
I couldn't let that happen to my little screechie! So i convinced my parents (wasn't that hard they all loved him!) to let him stay inside. So now 6 years later i have my screechie still alive and healthy although he is a little fat! And he is the best cat i have ever known! I love him!