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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
TikTok paid my vet bills
In the middle of this past November, I moved into a new apartment. It was just me and my cat. No roommates. No cosigner. I had counted down the days to moving in and newfound freedom. It was supposed to be Happy and I against the world, but things don't always go as planned. Happy, my cat, died the night we moved in.
By Kay Husnick5 years ago in Petlife
Catnip
Tim knew he should be working. There is always too much to do these days. It was Saturday, though, and it had been such a long year. 2021 hadn’t started much better, but he was trying to stay optimistic. He reflected on this while he, once again, paused his work and was now idly scrolling through Facebook.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Petlife
Relationship with my cat
I think that I have a pretty special relationship with my cat. We both just know how to read each other and give each other what we both need when we need it. It wasn't always completely like that though. I've had him 10 years, since he was a kitten, and we've both been through a lot together.
By Leigh-Anne Konecke5 years ago in Petlife
God’s Gift
Beaten up, cold, and scared, this six week old kitten was carried into the dealership I worked at. Desperately, this lady asks if there is anyone available to foster. “I found him in the center of a few dogs, they looked like they were going to eat him! I rushed towards the group, pushed them off, and saved this kitten,” sharp breaths between her words heightened the sense of emergency. He was covered in fleas and could barely see. One could easily identify he was cold and hungry. Looking like he had already given up on living, he curled into the corner of my desk by the printer, seeking for warmth. I called my parter and told him the details. Not even thirty minutes pass when he shows up to pick up the kitten and take him home. My shift ended late, so the kitten was already bathed and curled into warm towels by the time I returned home. The next morning, we took him to the vet to make sure he wasn’t infected with any diseases and to find out how old he was. She informed us he was only six weeks old and was healthy, besides the worms and fleas. After a few shots and flea baths, he was as good as new. We brought him to our humble abode and began the introductions to our other cat. My cat, Poseidon, began sniffing the kitten and low growling as he lightly batted his tiny skull. The kitten jumped at every movement Poseidon would make and poofed up every moment he discovered something new. Days progressed as did their relationship, and soon, they were cuddling while Poseidon adopted the role of father. The kitten had evolved to Gambit and he was now part of our small family.
By Amarise Knapick5 years ago in Petlife
The Porch Cat
The cat sits in the light of the moon and watches the street. He is careful, quiet, and orange; he is 68 in human years. He lives on a big covered porch on the side of an old brick house in a small river town. He has been here as long as he can remember. He can hear the barge skimming by late in the night and does not know what beast makes the sound, only that it is one of the many sounds carried up from the river.
By Suzanne Laine5 years ago in Petlife
The story of sweetheart
I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I went to investigate and saw a calico cat running around. It started to run away when I went to investigate and it saw me. I called out to it and began a conversation. I called the cat her and sweetheart because she reminded me of a kitten I knew long ago. I asked, "Are you her? You're sweetheart aren't you? I remember you. I think I remember you. I called her sweetheart so I am going to call you sweetheart." It was a female kitten that had gotten caught in an engine when I was a kid.
By James M. Piehl5 years ago in Petlife
I was adopted by a cat....
So I was adopted by a cat. It was the winter of 2019...a simpler time before the chaos of 2020 and my dad spotted a small gray cat in our backyard. He said that she was as feral as could be, a stray that was only a few months old. Six or seven months at best.
By Liv Atterson5 years ago in Petlife
Home is Where We Are
I have always been a cat person. I've also always identified and presented as a woman in the United States, which, as many of us know, comes with an abundance of double edged swords waiting to slice and dice us to our absolute limit. A few of those swords about what a 30 something woman's home should be kept me from embracing all the splendors of a cat lady life until, to paraphrase Shakespeare, I had greatness thrust upon me.
By Christine Hollermann5 years ago in Petlife
