Fireball's song

[Jay's Girl]

Hi my name is Fireball. I have had many other names, like dumb cat, stupid, no, and ugly thing. My first six months were very tough, my mother's owner was not happy that she was going to have kittens so she was kicked out, I was born in April of 1988. I had to live the life of a feral cat. I had to learn how to hunt and fish. I would often try to break into houses just to be warm and safe. I had to raid garbage cans in order to get a good meal. I was in very poor health when a little girl found me October of 1988. She was playing with another girl, who I later learned was her littermate, they were playing in the leaves at an older couples house. I decided that I would follow them around and see if I could con them out of some food. When this little girl saw me she started to cry, I could see that I liked this girl already. She ran into the house and I heard some weird sounds that these people make quite often. She then came out of the house with a man who she called "daddy". This man was shaking his head no but I could see that he was not going to win this fight. About two hours later I was wrapped in a very warm towel and put inside a very strange room that had wheels and made an awful sound. I threw up. When we finally stopped the little girl took me into her house and gave me some food, real stuff. She then introduced me to the meanest cat I have ever met, Tiger. I soon found out that she was a pretty cool cat and just didn't like me because I was new. The little girl then to me to a "Vet", I think that he should be called "The Big, Bad, Scary Guy." He wrapped me up in all kinds of bandages and made me take some very bad tasting stuff, he then told the little girl that he did not think that I would live to the end of the week, he was wrong. When we got home the little girl's daddy gave me a name, Fireball. I like that name, so I try to live up to it. I am now twelve years old and weigh 25 pounds. I have been to three shows and have won three ribbons two blue and one red. Tiger is still here and so is another cat, pkmtyolsy (but I don't see why they let him stay). I have over come a lot of terrible things, but I have found the one thing that over comes all of my bad experiences, that is the love of a little girl who would not let me die.

Fireball is my cat, I found him when I was 7 years old at my grandparents lake house. He was severely beaten and full of worms. I begged my dad into letting me keep him. After I brought Fireball home I found another cat who was also a case of neglect in 1995, that is pkmtyolsy. I wrote this story to not only show you the compkmtyolpion that I have for animals, but to show you that this is the same kind of love that Jesus has for all of us.

NOTE: I lost this precious feline on March 29, 2002 to a very fast progressing cancer.

Written by Bobbie