When I read stories like this, I would remind Tasha, my little calico cat, that she was fortunate to have lived her entire life being cared for by people who loved her. She passed away at 18 on Election Day, 2016.
We just had a tiny little tuxedo manx show up at our front door on Friday. She’s maybe 2 months old. It was our lucky day and looking forward to all the years we will get to be with her
I was not a cat person until, out of pity, I fed, tamed, and took in took in a near feral black and white stray cat that was living in the yard. He is now a happy, content, mostly indoor cat and spends his time near me, sleeping on my bed, or angling for treats before he will eat his meals of premium cat food. Well, I guess I am a cat person now.
“Fortunate to have lived her entire life being cared for by people who loved her.”
Ditto for our many cats —. I guess 14 over our marriage. They never even had a harsh word directed at them. All except two were rescues. We have two remaining. The most recent one that died was ours for 15 years, but she was an adult when we brought her in so we’re not sure of her age.