Two Birthdays

Two of my kitties have had birthdays this past week, firstly was Rio. Eight years ago July 20th, I brought home a fat white fuzzball. I was going through some pictures I found the other day and actually found this picture of him when he was only 3 months old. Hard to believe he turned into a 15lb cotton ball with teeth. He was always a touch me not kitty, only coming to you when he wanted attention then only staying for a moment. Then in 2005, I almost lost him. He got very sick, quit eating, drinking, going to the bathroom, had lost 8lbs. He was in the "hospital" for over a week and the vet still wasnt sure he would pull through. He said a lot of times when cats quit eating, they sometimes never start again. But the day I brought Rio home, he came out of the carrier and went straight to the food bowl, surprising everyone.
And well he is back up to 15lbs and has become a different cat now, he is lovey dovey and whenever I am sitting on the couch to watch TV, he runs up and lays right next to me for the longest time, which none of the other cats do, cept Diamond once in a while (but he usually wants something lol)

Here is Rio at 3 months and also as an adult, what a change.

And then there is Pooter. She turned 4 on July 28th. Its hard to believe its been 4 years since I walked into that shelter and a lady walked in all upset because she had found 12 kittens and 3 adult cats abandoned in a house with no food or water. They were only about 4 weeks old and were too young to adopt out, and they said that they will need foster homes for at least 5 weeks. I opened my big mouth and said I would foster one. I thought I would get to choose the kitten that I brought home, but they chose one. Just a scraggly little calico. I brought her home and Diamond took her to immediately, bathing her all the time, playing with her and following her around. And she eventually got to where if I went outside she would holler up a storm (kinda what Biscuit does now).

Well about a week after I had her here, I was looking at her markings along her back, she is mostly black on her back with orange splotches from her tail on up, and I got to looking closer and about fell out of my chair. The markings on her back, spelled my name. Now of course it wasn't perfect like someone had written it with a pen, but I could see it. So I called up my dad in a hurry and told him he HAD to bring his camera because I needed pictures of this, nobody was going to believe me LOL

Almost everyone who ever saw her back, was able to see what I saw. I took her back to the shelter for her shots and a check up and showed them her back and they were just as much in shock as I was. Out of 12 kittens, the one that they chose for me, was marked for me. Everyone said it was fate, and that she was destined to be mine, so with the help of my dad and stepmom, I adopted her on Sept. 11, 2006, but I consider her birthday the day she came home with me.

Here is a picture of her the day I brought her home, one of her as a grown up and the 2 pictures showing her back and her back again but I outlined where I see my name. Hopefully you see it as well.