Posted on 07/09/2004 9:33:49 AM PDT by Huntress
ST. PETERSBURG -- When Maggie Rogers spotted something bobbing in the water three miles into the Gulf of Mexico while on a scalloping trip with friends, she assumed it was a turtle, or a piece of sea kelp.
But as the boat got closer and slowed down, she found it was a tiny, apricot-colored kitten. Nine inches long and screaming at the top of its lungs, the cat was paddling furiously.
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Thanks for the post and thanks to the people who rescued the poor little thing.
Wasn't there a thread about a house floating down the Mississippi a week or two ago. Think this might be a house cat?
Thank god someone found it. Poor little thing.
Maybe I'm just "verklempt" by current affairs, but this story has me in tears.
"......screaming at the top of his lungs..."
Will probably end up being the biggest thread of the day.
I will give that cat a home. Anything that determined to survive deserves to live.
VietVet
How the hell did it end up 3 miles offshore???
Pinging some of the kitty thread folks.
There's a happy ending, at least.
Fell overboard, most likely. Or was pushed . . . .
Amazing! This little kitty has such a story to tell, but we will never know...
Poor little thing.....needs to be named Jonah. :o)
Sweet baby kitten; glad he/she was rescued. I love kitties.
Somewhere, a little girl is crying because her kitten fell out of a boat...
You might be right about that.
I hate to speculate on how that kitty wound up so far off shore.
I wonder how it got out of the gunney sack?
Sounds like someone was fishing for sharks.
The amazing story of the day!
He was too tiny to have made it from land - someone probably threw him off a boat. We found a tiny 3 lb. kitten (he fit into the palm of my small hand) that had to have been abandoned. He was in a rest area off a major highway in Oklahoma, which was surrounded by about 300 miles of cornfields. He was cold, shivering and sitting between 2 gas pumps at midnight. I scooped him up, took him into a restaurant where the waitress gave him warm milk ('cause he was a baby) and we continued on our way with him. Called him Baby Ben and he lived to the grand old age of 19. Best cat I ever had.
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