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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
The Closet Case
I answered the phone as I got ready to help Daniel with whatever it was he needed. He was helping our former landlord repair some damages to a recently emptied unit. He usually called when he needed me to bring his tools downstairs or get supper going so he could eat when he got home. God forbid he actually remember to take a lunch break when he was doing his construction work.
By KLMillward5 years ago in Petlife
My Protector
My cat did not used to stand guard, with confidence and peace of mind. When my cat first came to my apartment all she wanted to do was play. She seemed so happy to be free from the bathroom where she had been residing. My furniture was her race track, to run across and unfortunately to kneed like bread and scratch, until the fabric became frayed.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Petlife
Second-Hand Cats
I was the first to walk into the hospital room, the first to see the rise of my mother's feet under the grey blanket that covered them. I didn't want to go any further into the room. I didn't want to see her lying there, pale and lifeless, as I had never seen her before. But my feet moved forward almost on their own, my sisters and my Dad following close behind. Her face came into view, and I saw her, tired and weary, her thin gray hair smoothed back no doubt by the hand of one of the nurses who probably loved her. This was a woman who would apologize for inconveniencing anyone while she was having a heart attack.
By Erin Gunsinger5 years ago in Petlife
Bootsie Chose Me
About three to four years ago, my then-husband had told me about something that kind of freaked him out from the night before. He had been outside smoking a cigarette and he noticed a few of the neighbors looking into the local community dumpster bin with a flashlight. He thought maybe they had thrown something in there and were trying to locate it before the city came to empty it the following morning. He said they had been looking for about ten minutes before, I'm assuming, they gave up. So, of course, this peaked his curiosity and he waited until they had gone back inside their house. He started to walk towards the dumpster and all of a sudden he said he heard a faint cry. He said it sounded like a kitten crying for his momma. So, he went back to the house and got his flashlight and went back to the dumpster. He said he heard the kitten cry a few more times, but he could not seem to pinpoint where it was coming from. So, like the neighbors, he gave up and went back inside.
By Vanna Vorbach5 years ago in Petlife
Pepe the Magnificent
Pepe was the first rescue kitten I had ever brought into my life. I suppose one could say all my cats were rescues, but until I found Pepe at an animal shelter, all my previous cats had been given to me by friends or acquaintances. He was also the first cat I chose to bring home when I already had a cat. Luna wasn’t yet a year old when I thought I should find her a playmate. I had a roommate at the time and she also had a cat, but hers was around 14 years old. Her cat’s name was Cat. There is a story behind this, but it isn’t mine to tell. Cat tolerated Luna. My roommate and I were glad they mostly got along, but Luna wanted to play and Cat wasn’t too keen to play with her. This sent me on a quest to find her a playmate.
By Tom Stasio5 years ago in Petlife
One Cat, Two Cat, Three Cat, Four.....
When I meet new people, I often get asked if I have kids and the response of “no” gets me plenty of odd looks to begin with given my age. Somehow it seems a social imperative that if you are above 35 and don’t have kids, there is something amiss. I am usually met with even more speculation depending on the audience when I say that I have “furry kids” instead. Most people accept this with a smile and ask if I have a dog or a cat. When the full list of the animals is finally shared, some either find it charming or so odd they don’t talk to me again. I accept this..its my life and I choose to live it this way. I wouldn’t trade it.
By Christina Parkinson5 years ago in Petlife
Have a Beer
It was 1996 and 7-year-old me was excited to go on a school field trip to see "The Hunchback of Notre Dame". I had just lost my cat who had been part of the family since before my birth. Spike would always snuggle me and keep me safe. He’d let me read to him and we’d watch TV together. He loved chasing balls and feathers on a string. I felt a hole in my soul immediately when he left this world.
By Alicia Inabinet5 years ago in Petlife
