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The Story of Meatball

Meatball Alexander Graham Belle

By Teresa MohrPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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Snuggling in the blanket

Eight years ago in a local pet store was a litter of abandon kittens. My grandma had chosen this cute calico that she wanted for Mother's Day. I noticed everyone looking at the other kittens and ignoring this little, rambunctious ginger who was chubby and attacking his litter mates. Since the kittens were so tiny, they had to bottle feed them and we had to wait to pick them up for a couple of weeks. I lived with my grandpa at the time who I told about this cat he seemed uninterested. I went back every day to check on the little orange cat and still no one was interested in this ginger boy. The big day came to pick up the calico my grandma wanted; I should tell you my grandma had her own apartment, so I asked my mom to call and ask my grandpa if I could get this cute kitten not telling him the color. He really didn't want me to have it saying well she has to take care of it. So I told the lady I was taking the baby ginger and she gave him to me for free because he was unwanted. I took him home and my grandpa wanted to see him so I pulled him out of the little box. My grandpa's face lit up like it was Christmas. "You didn't tell me he was a yellow cat! I love yellow cats." That was that, Meatball had actually bonded with my grandpa but I didn't mind; he had a home and since I lived there I took care of him. He would get in the dryer so we would have to watch every time we switched the laundry. My grandpa was paralyzed, so we had a manual lift that Meatball would ride it till it went under the bed. Meatball was quite the character. From the good times to when he was a terror knocking things off my table stand because he wanted attention; he has mellowed though. Now a year ago, my grandpa passed and I inherited him back. Now we bond everyday and I can't imagine my life without Meatball, he truly brings happiness to all he knows. It's been a year since it has been just me and Meatball. He cuddles with me when I'm sad and when I am having an off day, he lets me pet him. I love taking pictures of the old man. Then my aunt Mary Ann told me about this group on Facebook where I can show his pictures. I was a little scared because he is a big cat, back then 28 pounds, although when I inherited him I think he was 30. So I snapped a photo of him and people instantly commented on his picture of how handsome he was. That one picture changed his life. He has his own Instagram with 14 followers @meatballalexander and on Facebook his page has over 800 followers. If you're interested, just search Meatball Alexander the cat. I am also going to write a children’s book about his adventures. It may seem odd, but as his life changes so does mine. I’m glad people like him and that I can share him with people who appreciate the lives of animals. I would be lying if I told you that I did not enjoy taking pictures of Meatball to share with everyone, but I do. Meatball helps bring joy into my life even if he is just laying in his bed doing absolutely nothing. Occasionally he plays with a feather toy, or chase the other cats; other than that, he is my perfect cat.

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Teresa Mohr

I love doing things that interest me write cook reviewing items.

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