Cats! So, they're not doing anything funny, but they are handsome, aren't they? Remember the song, "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music? Whiskers on kittens.....mmmmm, warm kitties.
I love cats. Always have, always will. I have adopted five in my adult life. One from a litter bound for the pound, one from a construction site, another from a ditch while I was biking. Number four and number five are living with me now. Here are their stories:
Roadie, my ginger boy, was scooped out of the road (Maysville, Iowa highway) a year and a half ago. He's always trying to sneak out of the house, loves to climb, and beg for meat. He has also claimed Darrell as his person. I tell Roadie from time to time, "Oh, you like him, huh? Do you know who told me, 'That cat's going to your Mom's house, right?' Well, I won't tell you, 'cause it would break your heart!" Since making that statement, Roadie has purred his way into Darrell's heart.
Here's the link to his story: A Very Lucky Cat
Hint: There are some really cute pics of him in his kittenhood!
Albert (Prince Fat Albert Einstein) has been asserting himself (mainly for belly rubs) at Chez O'Quinn since November. He's a big guy with a tiny squeak of a voice. He loves Greek yogurt. He'll tell you, over and over, if necessary, that his bowl is empty. He purrs like a Harley and hugs your had when he's being petted.
He's also got an interesting story. When our elder cat, Poppa John, passed away in September, Roadie became very nervous, following me all around, crying. He also started eating every few minutes. He was lonely. So, I went online and started researching different cat rescues in Birmingham. When I came across Albert at the Saving Paws Rescue, his story caught my attention. He fell into the category of least adoptable pets. He was older than one year, a male, black, and had a medical history. He had been attacked and nearly killed by his family's dogs when he was only a few months old. The next six months brought reconstructive surgeries and his family surrendering him to the vet's office. They felt like their dogs would just attack him again. Denise Hoyle, of Saving Paws Rescue, brought him to her home to live with eight other cats in a nice two-room suite complete with bathroom. He lived there for two years without a single person inquiring about or coming to see him (other than Denise.) Because of his trauma, his adoptive family would have to promise to keep him indoors and be a dog-free home. Since my best cat friend ever, Flea, was killed by dogs, I've had an indoor only policy and felt we would be a good match. We arranged to meet him at her lovely two-story home. When the kids and I walked into the cat room, he came right up to me and started purring. In a room full of cats, we knew he was the right one. Arrangements were made for a formal adoption and we met Denise at a pet store adoption day to bring him home.
So, now you know about one of my favorite things...cats. They keep me company throughout all of my days, whether they be great or not-so-great. They greet me in the morning, usually by knocking my glasses off the night stand to get my attention. They keep me company when I'm resting in bed (like this morning with a migraine). They insinuate themselves into our bed at night. ("Honey, I feel like something has come between us.") And they're always available for a rousing game of laser pointer tag.
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