October 2nd 2004 11:37 pm
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I was born eighteen years ago sometime around now. Like many kitties I was unwanted, so the people who should have cared for me and seen to it that I was given a decent home, or at least brought me to the local shelter, put me and my brothers and sisters in a box.
I still remember that the morning was frosty. I remember the musty dark interior of the box and the smell of fear coming from myself and my siblings. All close together in the box, feeling the car moving. Then the feeling of tumbling as the box was pushed out of the car and hearing the mad acceleration of my people speeding away from their responsibility.
That seems what alot of people do, speed from their responsibility. It's a shame. I've never hurt anyone. I take very little energy to love and care for. I just like to sleep and keep warm and occasionaly knead your lap into submission.
There is of course the next memory of someone opening up the top of the box and seeing us. The voice of compassion, the person who took us indoors where it was warm and fed us, and found us all good homes. There is cruelty in the world, but there is also mercy.
So today I was casual. Mainly I avoided the dogs, but I did enjoy the last fall sunshine today. Its going to be wet soon and my favorite spots will get moss on them again. My owner has promised a big sprig of catnip tomorrow for my big day. I am very much looking forward to it...and then I shall have a long drug induced nap.
I complain alot about my home, but given the fate that many abandoned cats in this world meet...I'll take this dog infested house.
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