Loving and Then Losing My Beautiful Cat

Reggie

When I was 10 my little girl cat, Billie, gave birth to a litter of 4 kittens, in my bedroom! One of those kittens was tiny and she wouldn't help him feed and the other kittens just bullied him out of the way. He was the runt of the litter. I named him Reggie. He was a beautiful light grey tabby cat, with a peach colour on his belly. I had not then seen a cat that colour, and don't think I will again, but he was beautiful. My mother decided that he needed some help with feeding or he would die, so she nustled him between her (rather large) boobs and fed him from there with a little bottle. He stayed there for quite some time, being all warm and cosy and safe, and eating which was the main thing. He eventually turned into a little feisty boy, playing with the other kittens. Then, a couple of months later, I went on a school trip for a week. I spent most nights on the phone to my parents begging them not to let Reggie go with the other kittens to new homes. I was desperate not to see him go as he had already made such a big impact on me, and me on him too I still believe. When I came back, I was overjoyed to see he was still there waiting for me.