You had wandered into an area of limits to strays. Invading man’s space, you looked for food, and shelter. Eluding capture for two weeks until hunger and trust did you in. I remember the first time I saw you. The worker who caught you held up the trap. Your body was elongated, stretching the full length of the trap not designed to hold cats. As I got closer, I could not believe how filthy you were. Fur was matted, and in some was non-existent. Big patches were missing, and closer inspection reveled fleas walking all over. Your white paws were black, and you looked terrified. My first thought was, “That not a cat”. I raised my hand, and extended the index finger between the cage bars. Your head turned toward my finger, and instead of shirking away, you nuzzled the finger tip with your nose, and meowed. I knew right then, you should be saved.
The shelter said you were a “status 3” un-adoptable, and would be put down. You were too old. No one wanted an adult cat. You needed medical attention and the shelter does not treat. I decided to adopt. Took you to a vet, and got treatment for you ailments, and brought you home.
The first few days you found hiding spots and stayed invisible. Nobody would have guessed a cat was living in the apartment. Yes, the clues were there; food was eaten, water was drunk, and waste was deposited in the littler box. You were aloof. One night I was lying on the couch, you came out of hiding. Walking over to the couch, you looked up, and jumped on my lap. You pawed, and circled, finally curling into a ball; you made your-self comfortable on my lap. I started to pet you, and deep, contented purr began to emanate from inside you. I remember thinking, you and I would be buddies for a log time.
That was just over ten years ago. You were my first pet, and no one could have asked for a better one. I will miss your playful demeanor, curious stares, affectionate attitude, and quirky personality. The way you would grab my hand, and curl into ball pulling may hand to your chest. The way you would roll on your back, and want the stomach rubbed. How you would reach out and gently touch my face with your paws to wake me up to eat. I will miss waking up in the middle of the night, and finding you sleeping between my legs, arms or lying on my pillow purring loudly. The way you always slept on my cloths. You would go into a deep sleep and start to snore loudly. You were always happy. I would come home from work and you would greet me at the door. When awaken you would stretch out with your paws, reaching to touch my hand, as if you were saying hello. Everyone who you met instantly liked you. Lastly I will miss petting you, my big, beautiful, tuxedo cat.
Ten years, sounds long when starting, but short in the end. All you ever wanted was some love, attention, food, and warm body to lie next by. I hope I was a good owner.
Madison Found August 19th, adopted, August 21, 1996, past January 15, 2006.
The shelter said you were a “status 3” un-adoptable, and would be put down. You were too old. No one wanted an adult cat. You needed medical attention and the shelter does not treat. I decided to adopt. Took you to a vet, and got treatment for you ailments, and brought you home.
The first few days you found hiding spots and stayed invisible. Nobody would have guessed a cat was living in the apartment. Yes, the clues were there; food was eaten, water was drunk, and waste was deposited in the littler box. You were aloof. One night I was lying on the couch, you came out of hiding. Walking over to the couch, you looked up, and jumped on my lap. You pawed, and circled, finally curling into a ball; you made your-self comfortable on my lap. I started to pet you, and deep, contented purr began to emanate from inside you. I remember thinking, you and I would be buddies for a log time.
That was just over ten years ago. You were my first pet, and no one could have asked for a better one. I will miss your playful demeanor, curious stares, affectionate attitude, and quirky personality. The way you would grab my hand, and curl into ball pulling may hand to your chest. The way you would roll on your back, and want the stomach rubbed. How you would reach out and gently touch my face with your paws to wake me up to eat. I will miss waking up in the middle of the night, and finding you sleeping between my legs, arms or lying on my pillow purring loudly. The way you always slept on my cloths. You would go into a deep sleep and start to snore loudly. You were always happy. I would come home from work and you would greet me at the door. When awaken you would stretch out with your paws, reaching to touch my hand, as if you were saying hello. Everyone who you met instantly liked you. Lastly I will miss petting you, my big, beautiful, tuxedo cat.
Ten years, sounds long when starting, but short in the end. All you ever wanted was some love, attention, food, and warm body to lie next by. I hope I was a good owner.
Madison Found August 19th, adopted, August 21, 1996, past January 15, 2006.
