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By Dr. Mildred Drost

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This article was submitted by the anonymous guardian of this cat who went from pathetic ditch cat to queen of the world in no time at all.

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Queen Elizabeth Too, aka Q

My name is Queen Elizabeth Too, otherwise known as QE, or Q. I'm about eight years old. On March 24, 2000, a lady found me in a ditch in Grand Falls. She tried to get me help there, but was unsuccessful, so she called the Florenceville Veterinary Clinic. They told her to bring me right down, which she did. It turns out I had back injuries, jaw injuries, and my tail was so badly injured that it had to be amputated. I'm all right now, though, thanks to this wonderful woman.

Not only did she drive more than 50 miles to get me help, she even paid for my entire vet bill. That's truly amazing! Considering the fact that I wasn't even hers, and although she couldn't keep me, she took total responsibility for me. What a wonderful person! In return, the vet clinic promised to find me a good home. And they kept their promise.

I lived with Dr. Drost and Janice at the Florenceville Veterinary Clinic for almost six months. You see, they had picked a new human for me, but she wasn't moving back to New Brunswick until the summer. I really enjoyed my time at the Clinic, because I was spoiled rotten.

When I went to my new home on June 16, 2000, Janice sent a whole page of instructions with me for my new human. It included such things as:

Bed – should be soft with no lumps, change often for freshness.

Feed – on demand.

Playtime – on demand

Petting – on demand.

Janice certainly knows how to treat a cat fine.

Shortly after moving into my new home, my human soon learned that Janice had truly spoiled me.

You see I was named "Queen" for a reason.

I will tell you when I want to be petted, brushed or even looked at, for that matter. "I rule" all humans and mammals alike!

My human eventually thought I should have a cat friend, so Lenore moved in. Then came Desi, Gorbie, JoJo, Carlyle, Lidl Kidn and Argyle, all strays or barn cats who needed homes. And of course there seems to be a never-ending stream of fosters who come and go, too. I don't mind. It makes my life interesting (and I get to make theirs interesting, too, if you know what I mean! Heh heh heh.)

Do you know that movie "All Dogs Go To Heaven"? Well, I think I know exactly which humans will go to heaven. Starting with the one who saved me. And all the others who routinely help us strays. And the vets who give so unselfishly of their time, compassion and skills. So many of us have been injured, abandoned, lost, cold, starving – I could go on, but you get the picture.

I just wanted to tell all of you just how much we all depend on you, and how much we appreciate you. Given the chance, we'll tell you every single day. Just see our eyes when we look at you. Feel our feet when we knead your lap. Listen to us when we purr. We're just trying to say "thank you for saving our lives. We love you."

Don't ever let anyone tell you, "It's just a cat." We're a million other things. We're the good in you. You know who you are. Someday we'll see you in heaven.