I befriended a stray cat December of 2008. She must have been about 5 or 6 months old. She has never left ever since. She is now a resident in my garage. Her name is Pelusa (Spanish for lint. She is a tortoiseshell color and when I first saw her she looked like a piece of lint, all skinny and unloved). I can't let her in the house since she fights with my other cats but she is now a part of the household. A few months after meeting each other, she brought a few of her stray friends along. One of them was a pregnant stray cat which I named Abba. I had just finished watching the movie Mamma Mia and the name just fit.

Easter Sunday, April 12, 2009 Abba had a litter of five in my backyard. It was cold and windy that day and she was so scared calling out for help. Her babies were scattered all over the yard cold and shivering. I packed Abba and her babies in a cardboard box and brought them into the garage. I put worn out towels in the box and helped her and her babies get comfy. I put out milk and water as well as dry and canned cat food out for her. Two hours later, I went to check on her. She was laying there cleaning and feeding her babies. To my surprise, she had two more. A total of seven beautiful angels.

Unfortunately, under the circumstances they were born, one died the next day. I named him Angelito (Little Angel) and buried him. I noticed Abba was sneezing but didn't think anything of it until four days later that I found one of her babies sick with mucous covering its nose and mouth. Despite my best efforts, that second baby died that night. I named her Torti since she had tortoiseshell markings and buried her next to her brother.

The rest seemed to be doing fine but then started showing signs of illness. They all got their momma's upper respiratory infection. Then to make it worse, Abba's milk dried out. So I became the surrogate mother. I bottle fed them and would clean their little faces with cotton balls and qtips. Despite my efforts, ten days after they were born and on my birthday, Estrella (Star) the third kitten died. Then the next day the fourth, Shadow died. Then the next day the fifth , Sol (Sun) died. Then the next day the sixth, Midnight died. Only one baby remained, Luna (Moon).

I was so determined not to let this last kitten die. Abba and I mourned the loss of her kittens and she seemed to become very attached to Luna. She would not leave Luna's site. When I would take Luna inside the house to feed and clean her, Abba would cry frantically until I let her in. She would quickly jump up to were Luna would be and start cleaning her. Unfortunately, after a hard rainy night when Luna was about two months old, Abba never showed up again and Luna became my life.

One month after her birth, Luna was still alive and growing. I continued to bottle feed her and after she was finished she would crawl up onto my shoulder and bite my nose then fall asleep on top of me. I kept bottle feeding her but weaning her off the bottle wasn't working. She would not eat soft or dry food. Then I noticed her eyes were not in good shape. I took her to the vet. They gave no promising words. They said she was in bad shape and that the upper respiratory infection had also affected her eyes. They didn't think she would make it. I was forced by the vet to wean her off the bottle by pureeing canned food and feeding her with a syringe. It worked!!! It was hilarious seeing her wait for me to prepare the syringe. She would eat two syringefuls in one sitting and then would crawl up to my shoulder and bite my nose and fall asleep on top of me.

At two months, Luna was getting fat and bigger but her eyes were getting worse and the sneezing wouldn't go away. Then she got diarrhea. The vet forced me to start feeding her dry food. It never worked but I managed to get her to eat canned food from a dish, finally!! At three months, her eyes seemed to be getting better. She was still sneezing. She continued to grown although at a lower rate than wanted but she was alive!

Then in August at four months, her eyes started showing signs of damage again. Her left eye started getting a blue, gray scar on it. I took her back and forth to the vet for the next couple of months with no results.

Then in September, Diamond became ill with diarrhea. Vet put her on antibiotics but it didn't work. In October, after going through exploratory surgery, Diamond was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. The diagnosis broke my heart and I was a bucketful of tears.

The next few months were difficult for me. I had two cats that were ill and neither were getting any better. Yet they both had enough energy to fight with each other. Diamond hated Luna especially when Luna tried biting her ears or when Luna would pounce on her. Luna seemed to give Diamond an little more energy. Their brother Toepick who is 15 years old also got a spurt of kitten hood with Luna. And my other cat Jade found a playmate with Luna. I was determined to fight for all of them.

In January, I found an eye doctor that started treating Luna's eyes. Although he said there was no cure, he told me could help her so her eyes wouldn't get more damaged. She is now on eye drops, seems like for the rest of her life.

In February, I realized it was time to let Diamond go. I had her euthanized and her ashes are now in a black cat shaped urn. It looks just like her. One of the ears lost its color after Luna almost bit the ear off. Even in death, Luna bothers Diamond. Can't help but laugh. I had to get a black marker to cover the bites. Yeah, Luna is biter and a fighter. She's a feisty little cat.

Luna helped me through the tough decisions and now my bond with her is unimaginable. She is now 1 year and 3 months old and she has not lost that kitten spirit. Despite the fights we have with giving her the eye drops, she shows me so much love. She still bites my nose and sometimes she still curls up on top of me to sleep. My mother often wonders why God let Luna live. I tell her it's to show me that love continues even after death. She helped ease the pain I went through when I finally let go of Diamond. It was perfect timing. She also helped ease Toepick's mourning for Diamond. Luna and Toepick are now inseparable friends.

Now, in July, I seem to be remembering Diamond a lot. Luna sits with me and although she doesn't purr how Diamond used to, she eases my sorrow. When I think too much of Diamond, Luna seems to crawl up to me and bite my nose at the perfect time. It's like her saying, "You got me too." I can't help but smile and pet that little cat that went through so much just to be with me in my time of need. God works in mysterious ways. I'm glad to know one of those mysteries. Her name is Luna.