My cat chose me
Scarlett on her throne.
There she was behind bars.. looking kind of ragged.. she was under nourished but determined to catch my eye. i walked through the dark dungeon of the animal shelter, and stopped in front of her cage. put my finger out and she grabbed it with gentle force letting me know she wanted me. i knew i couldn't leave without her. she was not the best looking kitten but she was very convincing... i said okay you are coming with me. i rescued her that day. (or she saved me, like she does every time i am sad)
13 years later i am well trained and she is a princess of great stature. ruling her kingdom with ease.
meet Princess Scarlett
Princess Scarlett's brother Prince Aces
Aces on his throned bed... catching a nap
Aces was the cutest little kitten. i got him from the shelter. he had a terrible head cold with big sniffles. but he was the cutest one in there!
i was so worried about him. when he went to the vet the thermometer was as long as his tiny little body.
now he is 13 and is diabetic. he gets his insulin shots 2 times a day. when it is time he comes out and jumps right up to us and gives us his little butt to poke. he knows the shot makes him feel better.
he has the prettiest green blue eyes...
i love my Scarlett and Aces so much...
Pete, just walked in.
by Dan Adamczyk
This cat chose my home. Standing gazing out the window I heard a distinct "meowww". That cat must be darn close I thought, sounds like it is in the room with me. The second meow told me I was right. The cat was right behind me.
A rather skinny tabby cat was confidently padding his way towards me. He was not the bit bothered about how I might react to his uninvited visit, just walked up and started rubbing himself against my legs.
I stared down at him for a while before deciding that he did not seem to be covered with fleas or anything, and that he was friendly enough to risk stooping down to give him a stroke, I sort of believed all cats scratched. Sure enough, he enjoyed handling.
I took him through to the kitchen where I had left the door open to get a little air blowing through, he had obviously taken the open door to be an open invite. Thinking he may be hungry, he was a skinny runt, I opened a can of mackerel which he did not need any persuasion to consume. This was followed up by a plate of milk.
He had no collar, no tag, but I was sure he must have belonged to somebody and I had been sucker enough to feed somebody's pet. Out the door, door locked up, cat forgotten about. Until the next day, he was back just sitting out there. Don't open the door my senses told me, the cat will be in for more food. Door opened, cat has been here since.
Good cat. Found out he is a he, called him Pete, sort of suits him. I think he has been "done." never smells and doesn't get into fights. He goes out for a spell when he wants, but seems to prefer being crashed out inside. I got him a box which he uses now and then but mostly goes outside, never any accidents. Not quite so much the skinny runt now, he eats most anything I put in front of him.
Good cat, good pet, good that he chose my home to walk into.