SirenSongWoman
Cathlete
I live in a place where there's always a new stray cat and, usually, they wind up at the Humane Society because they have a good chance of being adopted. But this new guy... He's big, has thick orange fur, a messed up eye and a scarred-over, beat up, shriveled ear. He's obviously pretty old, seems to have been neutered. I was calling for my cats about ten nights ago and he came walking up to my "kitty, kitty, kitty." I just said "Well. Who are YOU?" I reached down to pet him and when I scratched his big old head he just let his head drop like "ooooooh, that feels soooo good." Ever since, he's hung around. Every time I go to open my front door he tries to get in. He has very little interaction with my two in/out cats but the two in/out strays I also take care of (but keep separate from my cats) seem affectionate toward him. Funny, because they rarely accept others. So, tonight, with the tornado warning sirens blarring and heavy thunderstorms, with the threat of hail, I went to bring my last in/out cat in. After I closed the door I turned around and saw the new boy had appeared (he walks pretty slow), looking through the glass, lonely and with beseeching eyes that seemed to ask "You're leaving me all alone out here?" Thanks to Mother Nature, his wish finally came true when I opened the door, snatched him up, and took him into the kitchen with the two in/out strays - who welcomed him graciously (a miracle). In no time, he was chowing down on canned food between his two new brothers and everyone was happy. Last week, I was coming down the stairs. I'd planned the night before to take the latest stray to the Humane Society, like all the others. I fully intending to go get the cat carrier when I suddenly thought 'I can't. It's the busiest time of the year for unwanted cats; he's old, he's beat up... When the overcrowding starts he'll be the first to be euthanized.'
Every night since, I've spent time on the front porch, scratching his head and petting his tummy. I've been calling this sweet old man KittyBoy. KittyBoy is going to live out his last days in love, comfort, security and warmth for probably for the first time in his entire life and, thanks to the weather, is now part of a family. Meow.
Every night since, I've spent time on the front porch, scratching his head and petting his tummy. I've been calling this sweet old man KittyBoy. KittyBoy is going to live out his last days in love, comfort, security and warmth for probably for the first time in his entire life and, thanks to the weather, is now part of a family. Meow.
I know with all of the love he gives, you are glad too ^..^
