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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
Tucha, the crosswalk lady
I don’t have any photos of Tucha, there was a time when photographs weren’t so common, and I was about eight years old when we have met. It was a normal weekend day, we were visiting my great-aunt to spend the day at her Portuguese farmhouse.
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Petlife
Buttons
This is the story of an adult cat that started out as someone’s pet, but then became a stray. He lived for a while on a college campus where many students took pity on him and fed him. At that same college, one of my older sisters was attending, while I was still in high school. She hid him in the closet of her dorm room for two weeks before she was told to find another home for him. At which time, she bought him home to my brother and I, on our hill.
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Petlife
The Value of a Feline Friend
10 years ago she was born. Was it really that long ago? It seems like yesterday I woke up to her mom, going into labor and then, out of a litter of 4, her being the only survivor. She was from the get go, a fighter. Her mom developed crystals in her milk, so wasn't able to nurse her baby. I spent 6 sleepless weeks bottle feeding this precious, newborn, black ball of fluff.
By Robyn Marlow5 years ago in Petlife
Cheltenham's Halloween
Cheltenham only loved one person in his entire life. He was not cuddly, he did not greet strangers warmly, and he was the only cat I’ve ever known who could convey an incredibly expressive indignance in his frown. This may not seem unusual to you, who probably knows similar cats, but you were not the only person he ever loved. I, and only I, had that incredible privilege.
By Sheila Rouse5 years ago in Petlife
Our Messed Up Pets
Edgar was our family's second cat. The first cat, Dopey, was still around and trying to get used to sharing the house with a toddler and another cat. Edgar was easy going enough that those things never really mattered, as he regarded the hissing fits with calm ignorance. He was a lover, not a fighter. Everyone was his person. As aggressively antisocial as Dopey was, that is how dedicated Edgar was to spreading warm feelings to all of God's creatures. In time, that would become a problem.
By Ron Kretschmer5 years ago in Petlife
Horus Plays The Guitar
I am delighted to introduce Horus. He came into my life like magic. I never intended to go cat hunting. Our London pad was already filling up with various animalistic ambiences. One looses track at times when one loves animals so much. Gets carried away. The more the merrier. Just one of something you love from the animal kingdom seems rather selfish to me. Personally speaking animals like to have friends.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Petlife
Everything but the Tail
Simon is a Hurricane Harvey rescue. When I adopted him from Humane Heroes at our neighborhood Petco, I agreed he would be an indoor cat. Simon does stay inside, well at least most of the time, but at least once a day, he slips through the cat door to find himself a snack. If it is before his dinner of a can of Friskies, it is his appetizer. After dinner, it is his dessert.
By Mindy Reed5 years ago in Petlife
Our Messed Up Pets
My wife and I were married for 27 years and together we raised 3 wonderful kids. She passed away about 6 months ago, after a long battle with an autoimmune disease made complicated by Covid. As what would have been our 28th anniversary approaches, and I am getting ready to sell the house we lived in for so many years, I was thinking about the great memories that were born here. A lot of those memories involve the odd dogs and cats that come through here. I won't hit every single one in this series, but the ones that make the list are worth the read. If you want a preview, consider the photo of Moby as evidence that we nurtured some weird animals.
By Ron Kretschmer5 years ago in Petlife
Our Messed Up Pets
Part 1 told of a cat with unresolved anger issues and severe separation anxiety. In Part 2, I will tell of an orange tabby named, Happy, who was almost nothing like Dopey. When my middle child was turning 3, she received the little guy for her birthday. She had medical challenges that were manageable, but still a lot for her and the family, and Happy seemed to understand that dynamic from the very first day. The 2 of them were almost inseparable, as if conjoined by fate.
By Ron Kretschmer5 years ago in Petlife
