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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
My Grandfathers Cat
In the 1920's my Grandfather had a store in the town of Succasunna NJ. (I will not go into how the Drill Sergeants, in basic training, had fun with that town name.) Grandfathers name was, Raymond Bull. (I will not now go into how that name created interesting situations when trekking in Northern India / Gopeshwar. Nor try to explain why I, a person with obvious ADD, would try to write stories.. but I digress.)
By Craig Brown5 years ago in Petlife
The Cat That Came Back
Mark was a good child. He didn’t argue with his mother’s curfew, he went to church three times a week with his parents, and he bought his little sister gifts when he had the extra money. In fact, one of Mark’s only big flaws was that he did not know how to respect boundaries. This came out when he poked Stella, his sister, one too many times in the back, or when he played with his mother’s makeup when he knew that she had asked him a million times to leave it alone.
By Shelby Morrison5 years ago in Petlife
ITTY BITTY KITTY
I returned home one afternoon from running errands only to find sitting on my doormat the most bedraggled kitten I had ever seen. He was a reddish brown color (?), weak and feeble to point out his finer features. I looked around the yard only to find a feral momma sitting watching me intently. Dont worry about your baby, I told her. I will take good care of him. I scooped him up and hurried inside.
By Jill Hampton James5 years ago in Petlife
Roxie the raccoon who was really a “cat.”
Yup that is how I was introduced to this furball, the box read RACOON, I was so excited and sad at the same time. See a few years back I had received a kitten barely a few weeks old, who came to my home and tore the place apart unintentionally on his first day there. Because I thought he had gotten lost under the sink wood plank. He did not but the plank was now broken. Anyway, this is for another day. I had to give him up after a year, and so I swore I would never get a pet again, it was too heartbreaking.
By Claudia Rodriguez5 years ago in Petlife
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
