The cat had been beaten, her jaw broken. Then she and her two kittens were tossed in a dumpster and left to die.
But a kind stranger came along, fished them out, and took them to a shelter. There, caregivers saved the cat's life. And they named her male kitten "Angel" because he was so sweet. In spite of all he had suffered, he purred whenever they touched him.
In fact, the human touch that had once brought pain to Angel now seemed to bring him to life. Most of the time, he sat quietly, as if waiting for something. But as soon as a hand passed near him, he arched his back, rubbed against the hand, and commenced his deep grunting purr. Everyone loved him.
Then one day a family visited the shelter. They wanted a cat -- not a difficult task. Cats raced, strolled, or rested everywhere they looked. The mama wanted a big black cat with white socks. The staff called him Tommy. Tommy looked tough and strong.
But the dad had his eye on a little gray tabby. Over and over again, the father saw this bit of a tabby saunter up to their four-year-old daughter. The tabby arched his back; rubbed his chin and his head against the girl's soft, tiny hand; and let loose his deepest purr ever.
The daughter smiled her quiet smile. She held very still while Angel made her his girl.
"Honey," the dad whispered to the mom, "look at this fellow. See how he seems to love Kat already. I think he's the kitten for us."
The mama watched. She had to agree. The staff hated to see Angel leave, but they were happy he had a family.
Angel settled into his new home quickly. He was happy. He had his very own Kat.
Angel stayed by Kat's side every day and every night. When she and Mama played Chutes and Ladders, Angel tried to play along. Mama shooed Angel away from the spinner on the game, fearing he would break it by trying to spin it with his paw, so he pawed at the picture of the spinner in the instructions. He wanted to make the wheel revolve, just as Kat did.
to be continued