Peering timidly out of one of the Cat Protection League cages
was the most ugly cat I had ever seen in my life. She had long spindly
legs and equally long ears. Recently spayed, the black stitches were
still sticking out of her dull stripy ginger coat. Her yellow eyes looked
at me with deep sadness. Dreadful things had obviously happened to
this thin scrap. She was altogether a very sorry sight and I felt a
great wave of compassion surge over me.
Ok Ginge I told her. You are coming home with me
and nobody will ever hurt you again. Ginge seemed to understand
everything I said right from the start. At home she hardly left my side
following me everywhere. Over the next few weeks a small miracle took
place. With plenty of good food Ginge got fatter and so her legs and
ears began to look smaller. Her scar healed over, her ginger coat grew
again and took on a golden shine. Seeing her now sitting on the bed,
huge amber eyes glowing, white belly gleaming, it is hard to remember
the ugly skinny animal that came into my home and my heart over 4 years
ago.