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A Stroke of Luck
Most people say that black cats will bring you bad luck, but this guy fell upon his own bad luck and we happened to be in the right place at the right time to change his fate and gain a wonderful addition to our family. He crossed our path unintentionally while visiting my parents. My older two daughters had gone outside to go for a walk and came back inside screaming for help. "Mom! Mom! we have to help him!"
By Christen Trunkey5 years ago in Petlife
Adopting a Special Needs Pet
Almost two years ago, I adopted my first cat. Not a family cat, but mine. One I would be responsible for, and who would live with me, wherever that was. A little backstory: the previous year, I had moved away to go to school. I’d tried multiple institutions closer to home, but none really worked for me. Moving away to go to school meant I was on my own for the first time. That first year, I was in a college dorm. The second year, I moved into a studio apartment near campus. Living in a dorm, I had missed having cats around (my family has always had at least one). Moving into a studio apartment, I decided it was time to get my first cat.
By Erin O'Neil5 years ago in Petlife
The Long and Complicated Saga of How I Became A Cat Lady
The whole thing started because my husband likes to pee outside. We’re not weirdos. We live on several acres of woods and don’t have neighbors. Yes, it's peaceful. Yes, we’re very lucky. Yes, we have bears. (No, we’re not moving somewhere closer to civilization, Dad!) There’s a deck off of his office, and (if the mood strikes in the evening), my husband enjoys standing out there, taking in the sweet sounds of the evening forest...and peeing on it.
By Jessica Conaway5 years ago in Petlife
Crawlspace
The cat was in such bad shape. His toe beans were hard as rocks, his fur wiry, some of his teeth either broken or missing, and his ears and whiskers showed signs of frostbite. I pet him carefully, running my palm over his back, tracing the black stripe from head to tail. He was so muscular it was like petting marble covered by horsehair. He rolled over and exposed his belly. I placed my hand ever so gently on his downy, snowy belly.
By Robin James5 years ago in Petlife
Winter's Fury
Another picture, perfect day on the chilcotin landscape had me resting on my back country skis with eyes transfixed on the spectacle before me. Snow devils like tornados sucked snow from the surface of the airfield and spun the frozen pelts like coton candy. Whisps of snow tumbled from the vortex scattering through the clear, crisp air. I watched intently, as two snow devils combined and danced across the frozen landscape.
By Wolf Spirit5 years ago in Petlife
What Is It?
When I was thirteen, my family lost our first cat. A few months later, we decided to get another. We had two cats at that point, and the younger of the two liked to play, while the much older one did not. So we thought we’d adopt another young cat to keep the younger one company. This way she would have someone to play with and leave the older cat alone (she did not appreciate attempts to play). That’s how we got Molly, a three year old, timid tabby.
By Erin O'Neil5 years ago in Petlife
A Friend for Life
Solitary, monotonous and alone. There lay, in an inescapable state of isolation and torment, the very definition of abandonment. There he lay, caged, dishevelled and bedraggled; no loving home to call his own; a history of pain and anguish. I could see it in his eyes, even as the innocent and inexperienced child I was, I could see grief in those bloodshot eyes. Those lonely eyes. Those eyes neglected from love we all so desperately need. His fur soft but matted. Ungroomed and uncared for. This poor pup appeared to be no more than 6 months of age. No- this was not life. It was at this moment, I knew what I had to do.
By Adam Newman5 years ago in Petlife
