desdemona
2nd Level Orange Feather
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I have five cats. Two more than I intended but the other two were starving foundlings.
Like potato chips, aren't they? Good for you for giving them a loving home.
Give them a good home and they become great pets. Two of my birds were abandoned by their owners and they have turned out to be wonderful, if not noisy, additions to my home.
You're a good man, K. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise (even Mondy).
I have to add one more memory. My Uncle Harold was a big, strapping man (could have been a stand-in for John Wayne) and on the surface a crusty old sob who served under Patton in North Africa and Europe, but he had a heart of gold and loved children and animals. He had a German Shepherd named Old Joe, and I loved them both. If we visited when it was time for Joe to eat Harold would let me open two cans of dog food and put them in Joe's bowl. Then, we would mess around in the yard until Joe got tired of me and took a nap. One day, Joe was not around and I asked Harold where he was. Harold said something like "He's not here" and let it go. After a few more visits with no Joe it was pretty clear what had happened, but my uncle never spoke of him again. I think it hurt too much. I still miss them, after all these years.
They leave a huge hole in your heart. But you can try to fill the void. I know exactly what that loss means and I still get choked up talking about any of my past pets.
I had a female cat in high school who would ignore me unless feeding was required. The only other time she'd condescend to notice my existence was when she was guarding my teenage chastity. If I brought a male friend home she'd pay no notice. The sight of a female human my age would cause her to interpose herself between us on the couch, returning to the same position if physically removed, and glaring balefully at both of us in an obviously conscious effort to scupper my already incompetent attempts at 'courtship'.
Ah, frisky felines... what a prudish pussy cat! 😛
Very, very true. I see how lively they are and glad that feel safe and cozy.
Yes, much better than a life on the street!