Noah and His First Three Lives

Noah SweetNoah Meow

A month ago, a¬†friend was putting her bags in her car on the way to the airport out of town for several days in the middle of a torrential rainstorm when she heard the pitiful meows of this tiny kitten.¬† The kitten’s eyes were barely open.¬† It had washed up from somewhere in the storm and lodged in tree roots near her house.¬† It was so tiny and looked so sick, she felt it had no chance of survival, but she¬†sheltered it, wiped it up, wrapped it up in blankets, and put warm milk with a rag for it to suck, a dish of water, and some mushy dog food, hoping its mother would find it.¬† Already late, she meant to ask a friend to check on it.¬† Late the next morning of the next day, by the time she remembered, she was sick at heart, realizing there was no way that tiny kitten survived such brutal conditions.¬† She dreaded coming home, expecting to see its stiff, little¬†body waiting where she left it.

She listened when she came in late from her flight home, hoping against hope she’d hear a tiny meow, though doubting it was possible.¬† Nothing.¬† The next day when she went out, this¬†frisky guy came prancing up to her, having survived several days on the food and water she’d left.¬† Though she hadn’t planned to adopt a kitten, little Noah had earned his home, having survived the flood.¬† Since then Noah has survived two mishaps.¬† Though her dog Izzy¬†loves Noah, Noah startled Izzy in her sleep, and got seriously snapped for her trouble.¬† It happened again about a week later, nearly knocking little Noah senseless for a few minutes, and cutting her eye.¬† Today Noah’s eye opened and she appears to have vision.¬† Izzy is now careful about Noah, apparently not forgetting about her anymore.