My Name is Xavier

I have had an interesting 3 months. A little four legged tornado named Xavier came into my life. His mother fondly named "Moma Cat" who is an outdoor cat had a litter of 3 kittens. We tried our best to catch her to get her fixed but she is way too smart to be lured into a trap again. She was caught last summer but we had to let her go do to the fact that she just had a litter a few days before and didn't want to separate them yet. She will not go within a mile of one again. This time around she had another 3 kittens which I had stumbled across while I was taking out the trash. I saw something moving in the bushes and what I saw was 3 tiny kittens walking around crying for their mother and their eyes were barely open.

   All their eyes were infected so I gathered them up and cleaned them up and put them back where they belonged.

But as the days progressed, I noticed that one was being totally ignored. He was the smallest and had to fight for food and attention. The great thing was when I went out to check on them I called out to them and only one came to me. And this is the one I kept I named him Xavier. I have named all my pets after X-Men. 

I have had pets named Mystique, Sabretooth and Jean Grey (Which I still have now) There was something about this runt of the litter that reminded me of myself. I have always had to fight my way through life and I always root for the underdog and that he was.    For a while there I didn't think he was going to make it. He had some eye infection issues along with some breathing problems.  After a visit at the Vet, he got 100% better and I was totally relieved. I told myself I wasn't going to deal with another death of a pet.                  

                                                                                                       

This little guy had to be bottle fed just like an infant and required as much attention. It has been a long time since I have done such a thing about 20 years to be exact. I'm glad I didn't have to change diapers again!! I can tell you that I hadn't slept a whole night in about 3 weeks. I had the little guy sleep next to me in his little bed worrying about where he was every waking minute. It's bad enough I don't sleep well as it is but this little guy needed help and I was there for him.                                                                                          

I was so relieved that he was getting better quickly. It was faster than I expected..........                                 

One of my Facebook friends said to me that "You saved that Cat's life". Honestly I really never thought about it that way. I just wanted to give the underdog a fighting chance.                                                           

He is growing up quickly and giving Jean Grey a tough time but what are little brothers for?