November 21st 2012 11:41 am
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I have a lot to be thankful for this year. It's my fourth gotcha day coming up. I almost didn't get to my first gotcha day. When I lived outside with my catmommy and siblings, the man who lives down the street, who used to be Mommy's friend, caught me in a trap and took me someplace scary! Then the next thing I knew, I was back in the trap, and getting into another car, with the nice lady who used to feed us and her husband. Then I was with my Mommy! Then I was in another car! Then a strange man looked in my eyes and ears and listened to my heart! Mommy tried to tell him I was six months old, but that man said no, I was younger, and he couldn't "fix" me yet! WHAT WAS GOING ON??? Then all of a sudden, I was back in the car, and then I was in another strange place, only this time Mommy was there! Oh, how I hid! I hid for days, it seemed! I only came out when Mommy was close by.
Eventually, I calmed down. Little by little, I put together the pieces of what happened to me. The man down the street had me in a trap, and instead of taking me to the PetSmarts or to any one of the other places everyone talked about, he took me to the Bensalem Women's Humane Society! I wasn't supposed to go anywhere to begin with, but this is what happened. The lady who used to feed me found out and was furious. She made her husband take her to pick me up from there. When they called on the phone, the lady who answered the phone told her they had to hurry up, because it was almost closing time. If they didn't get there, it would be too late. The next morning I was going to be...be...OMC I can't even think of it!!!! All this happened while Mommy was at work. She came home, and there I was in the cage. Mommy took me to the vet, and the rest is history.
It was such a traumatic gotcha day. But this year I found out a really sad story involving the same neighbors who took me to that bad place.
There was a little furbaby who used to live in the neighborhood. Her name was Patches. Patches was a beautiful girl. Sometimes she came to my deck to visit with me and Tiny. But Patches loved our neighbor and used to stay on their front step in a shelter when the weather got cold. They would feed her and make sure she had water.
A few weeks ago, the neighbors made Patches come to live inside. We were so excited! Mommy asked the people who rescued me about how Patches was doing. Mommy was sorry she did. Those people took Patches in the house, and after a week she wasn't adjusting to the house, so the woman took her to the vet, and the vet said it's not likely she will ever get used to being inside, and after probably not much discussion, they sent Patches to the Rainbow Bridge! THOSE PEOPLE are IDIOTS!!!! How could that poor girl adjust in a week? They should have had her fixed and let her continue to live outside. There aren't any stray animals where we live, except for some possums and squirrels, so she would have been perfectly safe. Patches deserved to be loved and to be safe. She didn't deserve to leave because somebody didn't like the amount of affection she was confortable giving, or not giving as the case may be.
All kitties who have been lucky enough to live in a warm house with food to eat and someone to love them have a lot to be thankful for. Just to know that someone cares for you is the best feeling of all. Even better than Fancy Feast!
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What a skeery story, I'm so glad your mommy came and got you. You are very lucky.