|Purred: Sun Mar 22, '09 12:25am PST |
|Spike adopted me. You can read about it on his page, but when my late and much missed Boku went to the Bridge, I wanted another male cat. We don't have shelters in Japan, just rescue networks, and since I was then living in a no-pet apartment (which I did, with two cats, for twenty years, heh heh), I couldn't adopt from them. My vet was understanding of my situation, and happened to have two cats up for adoption. Spike was the one that fended off the Evil Crow who was trying to eat him and his brother. His brother, a red tabby, was the other cat. Spot put his paw out and hooked me with it. The vet said I could take him home and "try him out." The first night, he slept next to me, purring like a little motor. That decided it. I tried to adopt his brother, too, but since Spike and his brother were both found in a park, the brother was simply too feral to be adopted--he gave me wounds that sent me to the hospital. But Spike is the sweetest cat you could imagine--my Big Boy, my lover, my sweetie.
On another note, when I bought Harvey from my breeder, he had gum problems that could have been gingivitis stomatitis--a nasty, nasty disease that requires more attention than I could give him at the time (it was before my second hip surgery). After visiting eight vets, I finally found an animal dentist who gave me some hope. He had his gums scaled, and is now almost symptom-free (I keep forgetting to brush his teeth, though). Anyway, after visiting the dentist the first time, we ended up in a park next to a famous Tokyo temple. There were food stands there, and I bought something to eat and shared it with Harvey. He simply sat there in his carrier, patiently. And I realized that I loved him. But then I panicked and returned him to my breeder. We had words. I realized that I really did want Harvey back, and now he's my Number Two cat (only because he doesn't sleep with me the way Spike does). At first, he refused to meet my eyes, didn't want to be petted on the head, and refused to have his feet touched. Now he loves all the pets he can get. There's an expression in Japanese--"goen ga aru"--which means some kind of karmic tie. Apparently Harvey and I had that kind of tie. And he has brought me into the world of cat shows, and through that, I've met many people--important because I live alone and am lonely.
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