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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
My Work Buddy - Imja
Work can be a source of extreme stress for many, and when I went into a call center job in the middle of a pandemic, spending over ten hours a day at a desk in my small corner bedroom, with a multitude of medical diagnosis, it definitely became a source of stress for me. If I were left to face it alone, I don't know what I would have done - but, luckily for me, my stress relief came in the form of a bundle of black fur with four paws and a purr that fills you with warmth. Her name is Imja.
By Raquel Chandler4 years ago in Petlife
Paging Dr. Morgan
Have you ever experienced love at first sight? I have. At 18 years old, I fell in love with a coworker immediately after I first laid eyes upon him. He was absolutely beautiful! He was 17 years old when I met him and he swooned me immediately with his gorgeous blue eyes, soft white hair with specks of black in it, and warm personality. He is rather tall and very vocal, always demanding attention in complete contrast to my introverted self who prefers staying in the background. He is Morgan: the coolest cat around.
By Sarah Michele Gianelli4 years ago in Petlife
The Many Jobs of a Cat
If my cat knew that I was writing this, he would likely be giving me one of his ‘Are you serious looks?’ While he is extremely intelligent, some days he just doesn’t understand boundaries or compliments. Therefore, he might see his nomination as something menial that his human is attending to instead of doling out treats. But, as I think about all of the jobs that he attends to in a day, I think he deserves to be empawyee of the month.
By Rebecca Taylor4 years ago in Petlife
Working During the Pandemic
It is full dark outside, and my alarm is not quite ready to announce the beginning of the day. Kitty is gently batting my face letting me know that she is hungry. I yawn and stretch and prepare to get out of bed and start my day. Kitty slinks down the bed slowly stretching her front legs, her whole body, and then her back legs before jumping to the ground and trotting towards the kitchen and food bowls. At 17 years of age (that is mid-80s in human years), she is sleek and graceful and moves with ease. In comparison, I move slowly and stiffly feeling every year of age on my body. It is day 443 of the pandemic and teleworking continues. No wonder I’m stiff and sore. Not enough exercise or moving around. Not enough outside connection.
By Cheryl Edwards4 years ago in Petlife
The Peace And Nature With Linus
I started out my life with three common family members; An affectionate mother, a diligent father, and a sympathetic brother. As I grew up, those were the only people I could genetically relate to and even though I grew up with an orange cat named Rick...he was still just a cat. I don’t have many memories of Rick, but I remember he died from a terrible leg infection when I was at a young age. I didn’t think much of the relativity my parents had with Rick but that was just because I didn't really have much of a relationship with him. So I moved on with my life but the once praised creature popped up in my brain once I saw this kitten wandering the hallways of my elementary school. His name was Joey and every time you held him the girls would come swarming towards you. To think of that little fella meant I would be expecting a thought of curiosity and wonder, “What does having a cat feel like?”. While letting that thought lay in the back of my head, I came across an older but still immature cat walking around the same school. He was completely ignored and ominous that no one knew his name. It turns out the cat was an orphan ready to be adopted. I came up to my parents after school and demanded that we buy him, I want to truly have a cat. Next thing I know, a month later, he is sleeping on my leg in my bed. His name was Linus, and I reminisce about the peace of this curious creature as he was more than just a true inspiration.
By Joseph Fassiotto4 years ago in Petlife
The Transition of Spike
This is the story about the time my cat, Spike, came to college with me. Spike is an eight-year-old ragamuffin who is one of the most laid-back cats you will ever meet, but with the fact that he had never been anywhere other than my house ever since I had adopted him, the adjustment was a little rough. He is also a registered Emotional Support Animal, which is why I was able to bring him with me in the first place.
By Lauren Kirby4 years ago in Petlife
Jupiter and Bastet
I have this theory that my pets will become famous before I do. The two little Golden Nuggets steal the show every time they appear in a YouTube video or an Instagram post. In fact, they even have their own Instagram. And although it is my dream to become a famous YouTuber, they are attached at my hip. Wherever I go, they go. Therefore, if I become famous, they become famous too.
By Kahsia Solaire4 years ago in Petlife
Maximus: Peak Feline Energy
Today I want to write about an animal who was very dear to my heart, a lovely feline by the name of Maximus. I found him, you see, abandoned in a cardboard box on the side of the road one night when I was walking home from a friend’s house. My mum, of course, would never have let me adopt a pet randomly, but when I told her that I’d found him all alone in a box, left to die potentially, her heart melted and from then on he had a place in our home. I loved him, and he loved me, but I never could compete for his affections with my sister Jessika.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Petlife
It Was He Who Rescued Me
Most people are honest when they rescue a stray. But...not many say that their stray actually rescued them. That was exactly the case with Billy. But...I feel like I am getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to when this sad...yet comforting story began.
By Katie Pridemore4 years ago in Petlife
