By: Jennifer Fitzsimmons
Sheba and Casey are my cats that were with me throughout my teenage years and beyond. We lost Casey a few years ago and Sheba last month. Sheba was one day old when we brought her in from the neighbor's yard. Her mother had left her between slabs of concrete on the ground. My mother and I (well, mostly my mother :-)) bottle fed her and cared for her. It was pretty close to taking care of a real baby (at least I assume). I was so scared she wouldn't make it through the first night because the vet warned us she might not. I checked on her every hour through the night. She made it through and we very close until I moved out. I think she was pissed that I took Rusty with us instead. Casey we brought in the year after Sheba. He was about two weeks old. They have the same mother, but the father we are not sure. I did know who his father was because there was a male orange Manx outside just like him that we fed along with the mother cat. I loved the outside cat who was already named Casey, so I had to keep the kitten and I named him Casey too. That was a huge argument between my parents and I because they did not want another cat, but of course being the spoiled only child, I got my way. ;-) Funny thing is Casey became very close to my mom and didn't really bother with me at all. We got Rusty years later and I moved Rusty in with Mike and I a couple of months after we moved in together when my parents moved down the shore.
