My mother picked up a zombie-like kitten

No. 416 The story introduced this time

Here, I am posting stories that appeared on bulletin boards like 2channel (now 5channel) and video sites as "stories so good they bring tears to your eyes."

The story I am introducing this time is a post by a man describing the situation when his mother picked up a zombie-like kitten.

Regarding the time of the post,
summary site I confirmed the post from February 1, 2018, but I apologize if this is incorrect. *It was posted in 301, 302, 304, 306, and 307 of "
The most shocking experience I've ever had in my life, Part 21", and in 306, an image of the cat was posted.

There was a YouTube video based on this story, so I will introduce it as well.

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About 10 years ago, my mother picked up a zombie-like kitten and it was quite a struggle.

One day, when I returned home from university, there was a large cage in the kitchen, and a foul odor was drifting from it. Something like a decaying animal carcass was wrapped in a towel inside.

When I looked closely, it was a zombie-like kitten, gaunt and thin, with its fur falling out, skin festering, and its face covered in eye discharge and pus.

I was stunned, and my mother, who was nearby, said with a smile, "Isn't it cute?"

When I asked what it was, she said that on her way home from shopping, she saw a kitten sleeping on the road. Thinking it was dangerous to leave it there, she picked it up. She noticed it seemed sick, so she took it to a vet and bought a full set of pet supplies before bringing it home.

When I asked if she was going to keep it, she said, "I have no choice! If I left it there, it would definitely die!"

I thought it might already be dead, but when I looked closely, its chest was moving up and down, and
perhaps hearing our voices, it moved its face slightly, convulsed, and opened its mouth a little (I think it was trying to meow, but no sound came out at all).

From then on, it was a struggle.

According to the vet, it was infested with parasites and infected with skin diseases and other illnesses.
However, because it was malnourished and lacked the strength, giving it medicine would surely kill it due to side effects.

Its skin was covered in pus, but it was strictly forbidden to get its body wet, so we couldn't wash it either.

All we could do was feed it nutritional supplements with a dropper and keep it warm so its body temperature wouldn't drop.

So, we wrapped an electric heating pad in a towel, laid the kitten on it, used another towel as a blanket, and kept a thermometer inside to ensure the temperature didn't get too low or too high. We had to keep feeding it water and supplements, wrap its lower body in paper towels, and change them whenever it pooped or peed. We also had to change the towels regularly because they got dirty with pus, and we had to keep doing this constantly.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but until then, although we helped with chores a little, our family left almost everything to my mother.

Because of this, we couldn't take care of the cat, so I and my siblings (and my father on weekends) started doing chores and helping with the cat's care.

Since my mother would lose sleep and get sick if she watched the cat all the time, my younger brother and I took turns watching it at night.

Since my mother was completely emotionally invested in the kitten, we helped take care of it, but honestly, it couldn't even stand on four legs or meow, so I didn't think it would be saved.

So, my siblings and I were worried that my mother would be devastated if it died.

For the first week, its weight stayed the same and there were no signs of recovery, so I thought it was a lost cause, but then its weight started to increase gradually and it began to move on its own little by little.

Furthermore, the skin disease started to heal and the fur that had fallen out began to grow back.

Then, as its strength returned, we treated it with deworming medication for the parasites, and it rapidly became energetic. The skin disease was completely cured, its fur grew back fully, and thanks to the vet washing its whole body, the eye discharge crusted on its face was removed. As a result, the smell disappeared, and it became a cute, lively, bright-eyed ginger tabby kitten running around.

Honestly, we thought the cat with the skin disease smelled, and its poop, pee, and pus were gross, so
we were taking care of it reluctantly with grimaces, but only my mother didn't show any signs of disgust and took care of it gently. When I asked her how she could take care of it like that,

my mother said, "You were like that too when you were babies. I can't be deterred by a child's illness or poop now."

I realized that my mother is strong.

Perhaps because we all took care of it at first, the cat became a spoiled pet that loves to cling to humans.

They say cats often dislike being smothered with affection, but our cat became one that gets angry if we don't dote on it for a reasonable amount of time every day.

It loves being hugged, petted, and sitting on laps, and doesn't mind human contact at all.

It learned to use the litter box right away, and it was a good cat that didn't touch human food.

When I returned home for the first time in a year after getting a job and moving out, I thought the cat might have forgotten me, but

the moment it saw me, it ran up to me just like in the old days and purred, acting spoiled.
It is wary of guests other than family and doesn't approach them, so I was moved that it definitely remembered me.

And my mother would often hold the cat and say, "If this cat dies, I might not be able to handle getting a new one because it would be too sad." Even though the cat was full of energy, my mother passed away suddenly from cancer a few years later.

After my mother's funeral, the cat was in a state like separation anxiety for a few days. Even though it was already a spoiled cat, it clung to someone more than usual and wouldn't let go.

My company gives special paid leave when a relative passes away, so I stayed at my parents' house for a while after the funeral, and it clung to me the whole time.

My father said that it wasn't like that while my mother was hospitalized, so it probably wasn't just the effect of my mother's death, but rather it sensed the changes in us who were depressed by her death.

Even the day before she passed away, my mother was only worried about me and my brother, and she didn't show any weakness to us.

I heard she showed weakness and cried in front of my father, but she didn't show it to us at all.

I'm getting married soon, but when I pet this cat, I sometimes wonder if I can become a parent who can take care of my children with all my might like my mother did.

I wonder if I could take care of my own child with all my love without a single look of disgust even if they became like a zombie.

I don't have children yet, so maybe it's pointless to think about it now.
It's not that I dislike children at all.

When I remember how my mother diligently took care of the kitten that was about to die, I think parents are amazing.

Thank you very much.

When I see the healthy cat attached to me, I sometimes think, "I'm sorry. Actually, I was heartless and was only taking care of you reluctantly when you were sick."

Thinking about that, people in the nursing care profession are truly amazing.

Even with a kitten, I felt like I was going to break down even though I shared the work with my family. But at least it's certain that this cat is alive now and attached to me, and I want to be confident in that.

YouTube

There was a video made based on this story, so I will introduce it.
*It seems there are other videos besides the one I am introducing.

Omoide no Yukkuri 2ch-sama

In closing

My note article is not intended for profit.
I am simply writing this article because I want to share a story that brought me to tears with everyone.

However, if there are any issues such as "copyright," I will delete it, so please let me know.

The images posted are provided by Irasutoya-sama and Minchirie-sama.

Thank you for taking your time to read this.