Back at the end of November, in one of my more vulnerable states, I received a phonecall while I was sleeping in New York prior to my flight back to Dubai. I somehow forgot about the call in my slumbersome state, and upon my arrival back in DXB, suddenly remembered the conversation with Adrian about the stray kitten he rescued from outside the Indian supermarket across the street from our apartment building.
Weighing 600 grams, and no bigger than a rat, this kitten was by no means a conventional looking cat. He was about 5 weeks old, and had obvioulsy been away from Mumma Cat for a long time. Skin and bones aplenty, he had the biggest ears, on the smallest face, with devilish fangs and a kink in his skinny tail. Yet, he was adorable. He was brought up into the house and instantly began purring and cuddling the moment he was in our arms. Little Jake was here to stay.
A little wary to begin with, we wanted to have him checked out by the vet to make sure he was healthy and clean before we became too attached, but it was too late, he was our new baby boy. Thankfully he is a healthy little man, and continues to amaze us with his cute antics, and friendly disposition. Rag-doll-esque at times, he will sleep anywhere at anytime, with his arms happily above his head. Tail-kinks and all (apparently it is a genetic defect in streetcats), he is our little mate, our little friend, Jake.
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