Eight years ago a stray cat was on my back deck, and I did not think anything about it. I thought it probably belonged to a neighbor, but when on the second day the cat was still there under a table I went to check on her.
When I went outside I could not believe my eyes. This poor cat was skin and bones, and covered with old grease. Looking closer I realized someone had thrown hot oil on her and she had burns on her body. I gave her some milk and sat on the steps.
When I sat down, even as hungry as she was, she came and climbed on my lap. I realized then she was a lilac point, blue eyed Siamese.
I went to Wal-Mart and purchased a carrier and took her to the vet. Since that time, until she became ill a few weeks ago, she lived in our home not like a member of our family, she WAS a member of our family. She developed a bond with me that was incredible.
When I was at home she was with me everywhere I went. She even sat on a stool in the kitchen when I was cooking.
Like I said she became ill, and after a week in the hospital and surgery, I had to let her go.
I cannot begin to say how much she meant to me and my family. Rescue cats are really special, and I do believe they know when they have been rescued from undesirable circumstances or abuse.
I am now looking for another one. I know she cannot be Jenny, but I do know there will be a great loving home for the one I find.