Momo :)

The awesomest things come in tiny packages! And this is about how I found my little package!
It all started with me agreeing to 'foster' an injured kitten for a week. And the next thing I knew, there was a skinny little thing at my doorstep in a box. When I first saw him, he was ALL bones and had practically no fur on himself. He was frightened and cold and above all, a boombox! He just wouldn't stop mewing.
After a lecture on what to feed him and when to give him his smelly medicines, I took him into my room. Even though I have kept cats almost all my seventeen year old life, I felt that this was going to be tough! I had never taken care of a weaning kitten who was almost mauled to death. Honestly, the entire thought of being held accountable of how this kitten was a week later scared me a lot!  He was in a bad shape...He really was! He had no fur on his neck (where the skin had just grown back on the wound), Scars all over his body, patches of skin missing from his feet where he had bitten himself out of frustration and an absolute fear of anything that moved. I made him a cozy bed below my bed and put him to sleep. All I could do was HOPE that he was warm for the rest of the night!
I woke the next day to find Momo (A random name I used for him most of the time. I didn't name him because he was leaving in a week anyway! There wasn't any sense in attaching myself to him!) sleeping on my bag. He looked like the cutest little thing! I fed him and went about with the rest of the day. I still felt keeping him was just a responsibility. But that was about to change pretty soon! That night, it was pretty cold! and nothing in my room seemed warm enough for him and so, he didn't stop mewing for the love of GOD! So I picked him up and put him on my bed, thinking that he would sleep at my feet. But that BUGGER! He chose my neck to sleep on! And I woke the next day with a pain in the neck! Literally! But somehow, I loved him! Though I was annoyed, I felt really nice that I made him feel comfortable! I played with him a little that day. He slowly started to warm up to me and the house and I could see that he was comfortable an at home here. That night, he again slept on my neck and I liked it! I couldn't sleep until I was sure that he was comfortable! Sometimes, he would wake me up in the middle of the night if he got too hungry. This went on for the rest of the while he was with me. He became a part of my life in just three days! I couldn't sleep at night without him on my neck and my day wouldn't really begin without a ceralac-smelling mew right next to my face! It was a wonder to see how well he was recovering in the next few days! He had completely stopped biting himself and his fur had started to grow back! He ran around and did everything normal kittens his age would do! It was just awesome! Somewhere around that time, I started to look at him as more of a friend than as a responsibility. It felt nice to be like a mom again. I hadn't felt like that since the last time my cat gave birth and left her kittens with me. It was an honour. The pride I felt every time he did something that qualified as extraordinary for a kitten his age with wounds like that, my heart would do a backward flip! The week was everything I would call beautiful! As much as I didn't want to, I ended up attaching myself to him. He meant the world to me! Nothing I can think up can describe how proud I was of him and how much I wanted him to STAY! But then, he had to leave...and leave he did!
The day he left was all messed up for me. To watch his box being taken away was pure torture. I do wish he could stay with me. He was happy and I know it. It showed! And I was happy too and I know it! But when you choose to love someone, you have to accept letting go as well. Today, I look back at that week and know that it was a brilliant week! I consider myself lucky to have been able to contribute to the recovery of Momo...wherever he is, I shall NEVER forget him. He still means the world to me!