The first present I ever gave my husband was a kitten. My friend Belinda had found her somewhere in Brooklyn and posted asking if anyone could adopt her. Belinda kept her in the bathroom until I was able to meet her and take her home. She had named her Priscilla, which did fit…but we renamed her Koko after the gorilla that liked cats without tails and also after a wrestler.
She was so tiny, so sweet and little. She used a pie plate for a litter box and ate out of ramekin.
She was Henry’s first best friend. Koko was his second word. The first of course being “more”. He loves her, we love her.
She was attacked this morning. We are really sad and confused because we now know what was responsible. Would rather not go into details. She is not doing very well.
Please think really really good thoughts about her. We love her and adore her. She is the best, most ridiculous cat. She is in really good hands with the vets here, thank god for small towns, like 3 vets took her from my husband’s arms the second we stepped into the clinic.
It feels a little better to write about it. Im trying not to harass the vet.
