I found Mugoddai on the island of Guam in July of 1997. I was under employed and things weren't going well.
Uncle Jaime next door asked me to get up on a ladder because something was squeaking under his tin roof. I thought I
was going to put my hand on a rat, but instead, I pulled out a tiny black kitten. His eyes were still closed.
I said to Uncle Jaime, "Uncle Jaime, you have a kitten.!" Uncle Jaime said, "No, dear, you do!"
I had to feed him every three hours around the clock. He was sickly and cried all the time. I started teaching
multicultural communications at the Guam Community College. Many of my students were police officers--big guys with
crew cuts and jack boots. They took turns bottle feeding Mugoddai. Once an officer drove up to my apartment.
When I came out to see what was wrong, the officer told me, "I'm just coming by to check up on Mugoddai."
And that is how Mugoddai began me on this journey. There was something special about this kitty. And even
though I can't find him, there still is.
