My Special Day!

Today is a special day for me. Eight years ago today (gosh, I can't believe it was that long ago) was the worst day of my life, and it was almost the LAST day of my life.  I got hit by a car, and was left for dead in the middle of a busy street. I couldn't move, and I was terrified as cars zoomed by.

It turned out to be the BEST day of my life (until then) because I was rescued by Malcolm.  You can read the story here, and see the very scary pictures of my broken leg.  I needed expensive surgery and cat lovers all over the world helped Malcolm raise the thousand green papers needed to fix me up.

My leg did get fixed and I can run and jump any time I want. Later I moved to New Hampster to my furrever home with my Mom and my big brother Gizzy and sister Jasmine. They went to the Bridge the following year, but they taught me how to be "social."

Now I live the life of a Top Cat with my Mom, who loves me very much. I have lots of furriends all over the world and I have had many excellent adventures.

I'm a very lucky cat, and I have lots of folks to thank for it. If you own part of my bionic leg, I want to thank you from the very bottom of my happy heart.

Seven Years Ago Today

Seven years ago today, I was a feral kitty, and I got hit by a car. As you can see my leg was broken and my hip was dislocated. It hurt bad, and I couldn't move. I was terrified, stuck in the middle of the street with cars zooming past.

Bast must have been watching out for me, because somebody [Malcolm] picked me up and saved my life.

The rest is history. My leg got fixed and cat lovers around the world helped by sending green papers to pay for my bionic leg.

 Life is funny, and like Mom says, the world changes every day. That was a very bad day, and it became a very good day.

 I did not like being held. Some things never change.

Tripod Update

The Cat Blogosphere is a pretty terrific place, even for woofies.  Malcolm (My hero) asked for our help a few days ago to bring Tripod to the US for a good home.  He needed eight hundred green papers (even though the total cost was - gasp - one thousand two hundred green papers (that's more than my bionic leg!!!). 

Well, animal lovers helped raise the 800 in less than one day!  They've even donated a little bit more, which I think is a good thing, because Malcolm and Jillian have a new little sticky person, and those eat up green papers at an amazing rate. You can still donate to help Malcolm and Tripod.

Anyway, the good news is that Tripod is going to be flying to the US on Monday!! Her plane lands at 1:00 PM local time, and Malcolm will post photos on the Facebook page for us all to see.

Woo hoo!  Thank you all!

Thank you Malcolm.

Five Years Ago!

Quick! What were YOU doing five years ago today?

Can't remember?

Well, I CAN!

FIVE YEARS AGO today, I got hit by a car as I was crossing the street. It broke my leg, and dislocated my hip. It was TERRIBLE! I couldn't move! Cars were driving by, and I was screaming and scared. I thought sure another car would hit me and I would go to the Bridge!

But then something wonderful happened. A man picked me up and carried me to safety. He tried to find my home, but I didn't have a home. I was homeless. I was a wild kitty. I was a Feral. Some people think it's okay to kill feral cats. I was terrified. I couldn't run. I couldn't hide. I couldn't save myself.

When the Man couldn't find my home, he picked me up and brought me to the Animal Hospital.

I needed a new kitty hip, and they don't come cheap. The Man asked his friends if they could help with the green papers. To his surprise, and my everlasting gratitude, they did. They told their friends, and their friends told their friends until my story went around the world, and more than a thousand green papers flew to the Man to pay for my bionic hip.

The Man and his friends had a contest to give me a forever name. That's how I got my name, "Millie."

The Man is named Malcolm, and he is my Hero. Who would have thought that what started as one of the worst days of my life, could turn out to be one of the best!

Five years ago today. Nope, no way am I ever gonna forget that day. Happy Rescue-versary to me!

Thanks Malcolm!

The Fresh Stuff

You all know how much I love my 'Nip. Mom grows it for me. Yesterday she brought me the "trimmings" from my own 'Nip garden. You all know the dried stuff is good.The fresh stuff is pretty good too! Sometimes the littlest things can be the best!


****Four years ago today, I almost went to the Bridge. I got hitted by a car, and Malcolm rescued me. The rest, as they say, is history. You can read the story here, but be forewarned, it's long, so make yourself comfortable!

Three Year Rescue-versary

Today is my 3-Year Rescue-versary!

Three years ago I was a feral kitten living in Connecticat, and I got hit by a car. I almost went to the Bridge. My leg was badly broken. I was stuck in the middle of the street and I couldn't move.

Malcolm rescued me, and later, many other cat loving beans helped with the green papers to pay the v-e-t to fix my broken leg. A couple of months later, I moved here to New Hampster, to my forever home.

You can read a short version here, and the whole story here. My story continues, and it's a -really- good story. You have all been a part of it, and Mom and I are extremely grateful. My life changed three years ago today. Mom didn't know it at the time, but hers did too.

Now I am a spoiled well-loved kitty. I am Top Cat, have a Mom who really loves me, a handsome mancat boyfriend, and friends all over the world. I get stinky goodness, temptations treats and I get to sleep in nice clean laundry.

And no cars to worry about! What could be better than that?

One-year Rescue-Versary!

A year ago today, my life almost ended. I got hitted by a car, and my leg was badly broken and my hip was dislocated. I was in the middle of a busy street with cars zooming by. I was terrified. Malcolm was on his way to get his second iced coffee and saw me, ran into the middle of the street and carried me to safety. He couldn't find my mom, and nobody knew where I belonged, so he did the only thing he could think of - he picked me up and ran to the New Haven Central Hospital for Veterinary Medicine.

Malcolm already had a cat, and surely didn't need another one, but he stepped up to the plate and because of him I am alive today.

I didn't even have a name! I was called "No Name Yet" or "NNY"

Lookit those stitches!

Here is the x-ray of my leg, after it was fixed. That's a titanium rod in my leg.

Many of you already know this story, having found out about me way back then through Malcolm's blog. Here is the link to the Story of How Malcolm Rescued Me, and if you keep reading, you will find out how I got my name, and how beans and the cat blogosphere got together and saved me.

Today is my Rescue-versary (thanks Daisy). Were it not for Malcolm, I would be at the Rainbow Bridge. In one way, that day a year ago was the worst day of my life. By a twist of Fate, it turned out to be one of the best days of my life.

Malcolm is my HERO!

First Five Days

My first few days here in my forever home are very well documented, since I became an "internet celebrity" last year when my best bud Malcolm picked me up off the street where I had just been hit by a car, and raced to a v-e-t hospital nearby. I didn't know it then, but I was soon to be famous throughout the blogosphere because of all the cats and beans who helped Malcolm with the more than a thousand green papers needed to fix my broken leg. Malcolm couldn't keep me, but he wanted my bean owner to give me a blog so everybody could follow my story. I lived with Dan and Maggie for a few days before I made the long trip to New Hampster.


This is how I spent my first five days at my forever home:

1st day: I hid under the bottom shelf in the closet, way at the back.

2nd day: I played with my purple feather toy from under the bureau, but I never came out from under the bureau.

3rd day: I was more and more curious about what was "out there" but I was not ready to come out from my hiding spot.

4th day: Mom tried to trick me into coming out from under the bureau. Didn't work.

5th day: I actually ventured out into the "open," but not when Mom was nearby.

6th day: Finally, I actually came out to play with Mom. I called her the "Lady" back then.

Yes, I can count, and I know 6 is more than 5, but I wanted you all to see that once I came out from under the bureau, I liked it. But to this day Mom can't hold me.

Tag 3 and tell them.

I tag Monty Q, Dobby, and Poppy Q