“And the tear that we shed though in secret it rolls, shall long keep his memory green in our souls.” Thomas Moore   fter the ordeal with her brother Meg cried in the quiet company of the broken down machinery. Rusty, her prized orange tabby cat pushed through the unlatched door and walked up to her purring, he knew what Kevin was doing to her. Rusty was wise beyond his years and knew to stay away from Kevin. He circled Meg rubbing up against her, she stroked his fur and it offered her comfort. Meg has rescued him from the next door neighbor, Mrs. Fox. He was the only survivor of a litter of five. She had let the others die by starving them to death, Meg couldn’t save them. By the time she had discovered them it was too late, it was almost too late for Rusty. Mrs. Fox told her what a nuisance he was and how she wanted him gone. She had tried on numerous occasions to club him to death, but thankfully her eyesight was bad and she always missed. Rusty knew to stay out of the way.   Every night she would sneak over to the barn where Rusty stayed and bring him food. Meg knew his hiding spot and was careful not to give it up. With his siblings and parents gone he was frightened and wanted a home and to be loved, Meg understood the feeling. Meg noticed his ears were swollen up and thought maybe Mrs. Fox had managed to hit him with something, but he seemed to be uninjured otherwise. With ears the size of balloons she knew she had to take him out of there. She would deal with her parent’s objections later. She found her dad in a good mood that night and he felt sorry for the cat so he lanced his ears so the pus could drain out. Left behind were shriveled up ears that resembled a nun’s habit. Her dad told her it made him unique and gave him character. They had been inseparable ever since. Mrs. Fox was never the wiser though Meg was certain she would be disappointed knowing the cat survived. Meg’s strong affection for anything with fur and paws disturbed her mother. Lessons learned the hard way had a tendency to stay with us, her brother had taught her that and her mother had yet to begin… ...yes, there is more to this story…
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