Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Well, actually, what happened was they were born - along with their brother Clarence - in a boat. When the boat's owner found them, he brought them, not in a boat but in a paper sack, to PetSmart. Newborn kittens a few days old with their umbilical cords still attached don't have much chance of survival without their mother, unless an experienced and dedicated foster can bottle feed them every two hours for several weeks.
The stars smiled on our boat kitties, though, and by coincidence… at the very moment they were brought to the store in their paper sack, a FFGW foster experienced with bottle babies was there, buying food for her dogs. She became the mother to these little orphans, and not only fed them around the clock
but taught them to do cat things like purr, play
and nap on their mother’s lap.
And our little boat kitties were not yet done with coincidences.
After the little babies grew, they came to their first adoption event, in search of a home. (Well, maybe just in search of a nap, but homes were what our volunteers were hoping for.) At that very moment, a woman came into the store… to buy dog food for her dogs. This particular woman wasn’t looking for kittens, in fact, she was grieving still the death of her 18 year old cat just a few months before… but our kittens thought this too good a coincidence to pass up.
I walked into PetSmart a few days ago brokenhearted over losing my Wesley. I honestly didn't know if anything at all was going to alleviate the grief that I felt. And there they were - those two sweet little kittens who were about to turn my life (and my heart!) upside down. And I may have turned around and walked out had it not been for the gentle understanding and encouragement of FFGW. I *needed* to hear someone tell me that it would be okay to open up my heart again. And you were all so right. Even though we've only had them for two days, we are completely smitten. Every last one of us!
Thank you so much for your big part of making this connection. I will always miss Wesley. But our hearts are full on a holiday where I thought I was going to be struggling.
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three (well, four):
Winkin, Blinkin, Nod and Clarence.