Any one who knows me, either casually or really well knows I LOVE my Fur Babies or as my friend Erin calls them Fur Beasts of Doom. I talk to them, cuddle and snuggle with them and mourn terribly when they cross The Rainbow Bridge.
I have rescued 2 cats, Oreo a Maine Coon Cat. Who only liked me and hissed, growled and hid from every other family member. I tried for years to get him to be social, but it just wasn’t meant to be. When it finally was his time to go, I held him and cried, big ugly sobbing tears. Whoever threw this big beautiful cat away made him what he was. Scared of the world, and only able to feel safe with me. For that I was both grateful and furious. Grateful that he could feel safe with someone and furious that someone just discarded him because they no longer loved him.
As a family we went all summer with just one cat and a dog. Moon Trouble, Connor’s cat that is more like a living stuffed animal and Cooper my Golden who is just a love. Finally in October Precious came flying into our lives. Literally!!!!
Kyle was having his Senior pictures taken at an abandoned barn about 1/4 mile down the road. We heard a rustling sound over our head and a cat shot out of the rafters. 3 days, 3 cans of cat food and 1 have-a-heart trap later she was snuggled in my lap. The vet estimates she was about 6 months old, and someone just tossed her away.
It took a bit of convincing for Mark to be sure he loved her, but not me. I knew I loved her from the moment I held her. Her name is Precious but with everything she gets into it really should be Satan.
I have absolutely no understanding of people who throw away animals, they love you unconditionally, and all they expect is for u to love them back. I believe there is a special place in hell for those kind of people, and no I don’t even want a day pass!!!