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A Pet Adopting
"Meow" If they think that this cage is so much better than being able to run around outside then they ought to come live in here, thought FM 1854. FM 1854 lived at 1855 Windish Drive in Galesburg Illinois from October until December of 2000 and he was one of many young to old aged felines that were there. Unlike the dogs, the cats rarely got outside much and were confined to an eighteen by twelve enclosure that was jokingly called a sanctuary. For FM 1854, he wondered what this so-called sanctuary was from because he missed being able to run around doing whatever he wanted.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Petlife
I adopted a sixteen-year-old cat
This story starts in February of 2014. I was sitting at the computer in the living room. I do not know why I was looking at the adoptable cats on a local animal shelters website. I already had one cat at the time, and we did not have any plans to get another. When I saw a sixteen-year-old black cat named Blanca listed on the webpage for adoption, I felt sorry for her. I knew her age and fur color lowered her chances for getting adopted. It is common knowledge that kittens get adopted quicker than adult cats. Back in 2008 I had gotten my other cat Sherri from the same shelter. She was only two years old at the time, but she had already been at the shelter for three months. Even for the young adult cats adoption can take a while. I knew it would be hard for a sixteen-year-old cat to find a home when it took three months for a two-year-old cat to do so. Also, when it comes to cats there a people who believe that black cats are bad luck. This makes it much harder for black cats to get adopted compared to cats with other fur colors. I somehow was able to convince my parents that we should adopt her. The next day my mom and I went to the animal shelter and asked to see her. She was very friendly and could walk around and jump without any problem. We found out that she had been brought to the shelter to be euthanized but the vets could not find any medical reason to put her down. She was an old cat, but she was a healthy cat. We brought her home and set her up with everything she needed in my room. I must be honest I did not think that Blanca would be around for long. Especially since according to my friend Google cats live an average of fourteen years. Since Blanca was already two years past that I figured she would be with us for a few months or hopefully even a year. It turns out that Blanca did not agree with Google’s answer and that she had other plans. After getting to know Blanca some more I learned that she was a small cat with a big personality. She loved attention when she wanted me to pet her, she would lay down right on my chest and do her absolute best to get between me and my phone. She also had a very loud meow and she knew how to use it. When she wanted something, she made sure that you knew it. I have never had another cat that was as loud as she was. Two words that describe her best are sweet and sassy. After having her for a few years I adopted a kitten who I named Cooper that had be found in a trash can. She made sure to let him know who was boss. Cooper loved to cuddle so they had their cute moments. Unfortunately, Blanca and Sherri never become friends, but they did tolerate each other. My adventure with the sweet and sassy Blanca lasted almost six years! I miss being able to say that I have a cat that is only eight years younger than I am. I absolutely adored her she was friendly and not shy at all. She wanted every visitor to pet her. It was so hard to see her go but I was so blessed to have her for as long as I did. Adopting a senior pet was one of the best choices I have ever made. If you are looking to adopt a new pet, I would suggest that you consider sharing your home with a senior pet because they still have a lot of love to give.
By Christina Epperly5 years ago in Petlife
Opti and Me
It was an extremely humid morning after a night of thunderstorms that kept me mostly awake. The year was 2007. I was a starry-eyed 19-year-old girl dead set on being a woman. I had just finished my first year of college, which included a tumultuous long-distance relationship. I found myself quitting a job that my stepfather set up for me that summer in my hometown of Colorado Springs, Colorado and on the road to Hinesville, Georgia. A tiny blip on any map, Hinesville was the town where Fort Stewart Army Base was adjoined to. Said tumultuous relationship brought me the 1,628 miles across country from Colorado. A 24-hour trip that I made in 28. A decision and trip made of complete impulses disguised as love.
By Justine Ruff5 years ago in Petlife
Mama Honda
I love animals, let's get that straight. Dogs, cats, lizards, every kind man. So, let's talk about how my wife and I found a cat in the engine bay of a car one day. Yes you read that right. It was a wild day, about three to four years ago. We've had cats almost since we've been together, making it six years this year. (insert congratulations here)
By Tristan Palmer5 years ago in Petlife
An Adoption Meant to Be
After nineteen years of being told there would never be a cat in our household - either because of concerns of my dad's allergy to cat hair, or how our dog would respond to a much smaller furry friend than they were used to - I had decided it would probably just be easier to wait till I moved out to adopt myself a cat.
By Natalie Kaia Christiansen5 years ago in Petlife
Omega Dogs
My new wife and stepson had a couple of dogs, Tasha and Sherman. Tasha was a big, muscular animal with a golden coat; a mongrel descendent of some noble working breed- a boxer and a retriever, maybe. Sherman was a nervous, little gray rodent of a mutt, from something like a Chihuahua and a miniature dachshund. Tasha was showered with affection, Sherman was largely ignored. Tasha posed and postured, aware she was watched and loved. Sherman hung onto the edge of the room, waiting for the inevitable petting and cooing over his housemate, then he’d come forward apologetically to beg a piece of Tasha’s action.
By Alonzo Skelton5 years ago in Petlife
