Personal Narrative On Cats

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Deep in the heart of winter, a meow was heard in the distance. Thanks to a recent blizzard, the environment around my backyard was baron; reminiscent of an average Winter day in Canada. There was a not a soul or being for miles. As i walked around, the meows of desperation grew louder and louder. I looked left and right through hedges and lifeless trees. One tree swayed around on an otherwise mild night. I glanced over to my right to an emaciated, malnourished black and white kitten who appeared almost to have a tuxedo on thanks to his markings and color scheme. He gave me the kind of desperate look that cried out for attention. Cats have always been an integral part in my life, from the moment i was born i was exposed to the community of infectious feline friends. …show more content…
He looked lonely and was barely clinging on for his life. We looked around the backyard and noticed an empty shoe box. Perfect! The cat was not even 3 pounds and must've been no older than a month. Coming from a family that has always rescued cats and adopted from kernals, we decided there was no option but to try to save the poor kitty's life. He was very inviting and curious as we approached him. Once we picked the cat up we noticed he was almost frozen solid, there was no choice for the cat to live unless we rushed him to the vet.

For 8 PM on a Wednesday night, the road was clear; the path quick and direct right to the animal hospital. After waiting our turn the vet, who emerged from his office with a kringle-esque white beard, called us in. Dook Larue as we call him had a dangerously low body temperature, dipping into the mid 60s. Obviously no mammal is able to survive with a body temperature any where near that. He informed us that his chance of Dook surviving was only about 30% and stated "do not get too attached". We were told to try and keep him as warm as possible, making sure he was fed medication every 12