Popeye

     It’s as passe as a billion children’s stories, but all the same, this is how it all started.  There was an unexpected knock at my door. I got up and opened it, surprised to see no one there. I looked around and didn’t see anyone. Then I looked down, figuring “maybe the UPS man was in a hurry”.  To my shock, there was no brown box. Rather there was a tiny, emaciated, little orange and white kitten. He was covered in fleas and in the worst of shapes. His eyes were both “glued” shut with infection. One looked as if it it was so swollen, that it had literally popped out of his eye socket. (That’s where his name originated: Popeye.  It later fit him as well, because that popped out eye was in such bad shape, that the vet was not able to revive it at all, and he ended up having to have it removed and sewn up. Then, it fit him more as the old cartoon character “Popeye, the Sailor Man”, who, if you remember, always had one eye closed. I’ll have to continue our adventures later, but for now, this is how we met.