On June 20th, 2003, Lucky Charmz ... known as Charmee ... came into our lives as a tiny little fellow with white furs, a light brown stripy crew cut, and a dark brown K-Mart tail. He didn’t look like any cats from our neighborhood. We know this ‘cuz we spend lots of time watching the street from our perches in the windows, an’ the only cats we saw were brown Tabbies or Orinch. Charmee is mostly Meezer. Oh, an’ his eyes are blue.
The date is familiar to us ‘cuz it was Mom’s last day of school before summer vacation an’ it was Grandma an’ Grandad’s anniversary. They were with us ‘cuz Mom got them a gift card to a restaurant as a present an’ they were going to redeem it. Grandma was driving an’ Grandad was waiting to get in the green masheen when he suddenly hollered, “STOP!” Grandma put on the brakes an’ Grandad looked near the rear tires where he saw Charmee walking. He scooped up Charmee an’ brought him into the house where Mom was cutting her hair. Grandma came in, too. She an’ Mom examined Charmee who was laying quietly in Grandma’s hands. She filled the sink with warm water while Mom got the cat shampoo, an’ they gave Charmee a bath to get rid of the myriad fleas that were feasting on his tender kitten self. He LOVED the warm bath and all of the attention, so he immediately started to purr. He purred an’ purred while Mom dried him off. Mom decided to keep him ‘cuz his eyes were blue like hers. Grandma called him “Lucky” an’ Mom’s “Prince Charming,” so his name became Lucky Charmz.
The big mystery is: Where did he come from? Who was his momma? and Why would someone put a tiny little fellow like he was under an SUV where he would assuredly be killed?