As we were getting ready to move from Savannah, GA to Tucson, AZ, my husband went down to the Ogeechee River one last time to take some photos. He heard a little cry and was greeted by a skinny, scruffy, little buff kitten who had been living in hiding down by the river. He was barely surviving off of left over shrimp thrown out by the fishermen.
He said when he bent down to pick him up, he started to purrrrrrrr, which to this day has not stopped. His purr truly sounds like a motorboat! I already had 5 strays - so I tried to find him a home before we left. I posted flyers in the neighborhood and the local vets' offices. No one called that I felt was worthy, so he stayed with us and made the trip all the way across the US in a moving van. We named him Geechee after the Ogeechee River.
This little guy is, now l9 lbs., has been such a blessing to us all. He is an absolute ball of love and mushiness. He gets along beautifully with the other five female cats, and when I walk in the door from work, I hear his purrs before I even see him.
My food bill went up because he eats, eats, and eats - but the little guy has a heart as big as his appetite. It was OUR luck day the day Scott found him.
Tucson, AZ
