Little Joe and Lucky

Don't you  just hate to wait on something that is probably going to be life changing? I thought we would have heard today of the decision on the worker's comp, but I was told the decision was mailed out on Friday, so maybe tomorrow.

I had to show a picture of Little Joe and Lucky. For those of you who don't know Lucky, he is named Lucky for a reason.  On July 15, 2008 we found a pile of dead kittens in the garage with their mama no where to be found.  Martin was putting the dead kittens in the trash, when the last one squeaked. These tiny kittens could not have been more than a day old, and the garage was horribly hot, so it is a miracle that this one little kitty was still alive.  I took it in the house, and knowing that it could not make it, I had Martin go to the store and get some kitten milk so that at least it could die with a full stomach.  It was difficult to get it to eat, but I did, and then wrapped it up in a washcloth and made it comfortable.  A few hours later, it began to squeak again, and so, I fed it again.  Jaybird and I prayed over it, and to our relief and gratitude, it continued to live.  Soon after, the hurricane hit, and we evacuated with our little kitten that we had named Lucky.  He has thrived.  The only thing is, he thinks he is a dog.   He has never been around another cat, only German Shepherds, and does not display many cat-like qualities. He is however, the alpha dog around here, he pottys outside, (thank goodness) and plays pretty rough, as the he has always played rough with the dogs. They back down fast when he has had enough! He won't let just anyone pet him, but he does worship the Gentle Giant, and together they play with claws and teeth.  I always warn anyone who asks me that my cat may swipe a paw or nibble on their hand, and doesn't like a lot of people.  Even I have a hard time petting him. He is a wonderful cat, don't get me wrong, and we love him.
We have always been surprised at his reaction to the baby.  Lucky has always been very protective of Little Joe, checking on him when he cries, and as Little Joe has gotten older, has even allowed him to pet him or pull his ears or tail.  Today, when I was holding Little Joe, Lucky jumped up in my lap.  He just lay there while Little Joe petted him, and I had to get a picture to prove it!  Little Joe loves Lucky, and even says "Cat" quite clearly when he sees him.  It is really hard to believe that this cat with the ferocious reputation is so gentle with the baby.  I just wanted to show a pic of that.