stories for a Monday
Today's story is just a story about people and cats.
Somehow, through Miss June, because I would have flat out said NO!, I wound up with Tami Jo's cat. It's a long story, most of it is none of my business, let alone having me tell it to the world; but Tami Jo's cat wound up with us.
I was told that we were watching it for the person Miss June gave it to (and it's June's story to tell) and apparently this person dropped off the face of the earth. So Lilee is at my house, occupying a room meant for someone else because Lilee does not play well with other cats, let alone the dogs. She also does not like children.
Lilee has been farmed out before, and for some reason, because I was nice to Tami and let her stay here for a while when things weren't going well for her, the old lady seems to think I'm responsible for her cat. Or we are, or that the cat needs to go back to Tami (most of which isn't going to happen). I had June have Wendi reach out to her and the story I got back is that Tami isn't interested in having the cat back.
Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands and a week ago last Saturday, I did just that. I put Lilee up for adoption on KSL.
I have had two people interested. One wasn't going to be a good fit for Lilee or the person, but I managed to place one of the kittens my cat had last fall with that person.
Yesterday, I put the remaining three kittens on KSL. Gone in ten minutes! I kid you not. All three. Two girls drove from Bountiful in a snowstorm to pick up the little male kitty and fell in love with him the minute they saw him. All three kittens are in good, loving homes. Thank you God for that because I kinda bonded with the little ones. They were sick and I nursed them back to health and prayed really hard for God to spare the little one I gave to the two girls. They were sweet and offered to keep sending me pictures. I told them I wasn't that attached to him, though. Sometimes a clean break is best.
This story now forks into two directions: The first one is an observation about people in general. The second one is about my own cat.
Lilee is just as free as the kittens were. She is a beautiful cat and likes to be loved. She'd be a great fit for someone older or someone who just lost a pet. I have had two people interested in her. One person changed her mind on the phone. Another I already told you about. I don't want Lilee to wind up in the shelter. I may not have a choice about that.
The kittens were gone in literally 10 minutes. I had to tell three other people no. Kittens, no problems finding them a home. An adult cat, not so much.
I worry about what's gonna happen to Tom and Jerry. They are the neatest pussycats and I so want to keep them. I so can't. Because I have two cats that are mine. The one that had the kittens (if I could afford to have her fixed, I would, believe me, and it's on the list of things to do!), and the one who applied for and got the job of being my cat the last time Moo had kittens. (she's good at getting out!)
That's the second part of the story. Moo is my kitty. She can't stand Miss June. I mean that. She doesn't like anybody but me. Never has. But she's mine. She was a runt outdoor feral cat and I grabbed her when she was a kitten. She probably would have died if I hadn't. She's mine and I'm stuck with her. I named her Moo because she just had this look on her face like she was as dumb as a cow and the name just kinda stuck. She's moo, and she's mine.
Fearless, on the other hand, would have been in the same boat but he applied for the job of being my cat. He was attached to me and he's just something else. His name is Fearless because he is. He's a tomcat and he's just got the greatest personality.
Fearless had been a little aloof. He has plenty of cattitude. And until sometime last night, he'd not been very wanting any kind of attention. Until he realized the little ones were all gone and not coming back. NOW he's been all over me, wanting all kinds of attention. Wayne collected his kitten from me finally, so that makes us -5 pussycats total. One way or the other, Lilee leaves on Friday. Tom and Jerry go back to the agency Wendi adopted them from unless I can convince my mom to take them, which is unlikely.
I would like to keep them but I'm not gonna abandon mine for something I think is better. I wish my mom would keep them so I could see them from time to time. They're really neat pussycats.
But such is life, and I think a commentary on us as humans. Kittens are cute and they're yours from babies. Adult cats, well, they're cats and they're they're own. Tom and Jerry are having a hard time because their human died, and they've been from house to cage to house to my house. They are trying to keep a job that isn't open. Everybody wanted the kittens. Few want the cats.
And Fearless is afraid of losing his gig. He knows something's up and he's trying to keep what he already has. He's got nothing to worry about. I'm keeping him.
I made that decision and I'm sticking with it.
Still, tough choices abound in deciding what happens to Lilee. I hate the idea of taking her to the pound. But if I have to, I will. Weber County is now a no-kill shelter which makes the decision somewhat easier. I can live with it. Because the choice shouldn't have been mine in the first place and I did all I could to reunite animal with owner.
As I type this, Lilee is at my feet. She's had her head rubbed today and she just wants to be loved. She probably knows she's on borrowed time here. I think they can sense that. It's my hope that before Friday, someone will show up to take her.
If she was still a kitten, she'd have already been gone.
And that's sad.
Somehow, through Miss June, because I would have flat out said NO!, I wound up with Tami Jo's cat. It's a long story, most of it is none of my business, let alone having me tell it to the world; but Tami Jo's cat wound up with us.
I was told that we were watching it for the person Miss June gave it to (and it's June's story to tell) and apparently this person dropped off the face of the earth. So Lilee is at my house, occupying a room meant for someone else because Lilee does not play well with other cats, let alone the dogs. She also does not like children.
Lilee has been farmed out before, and for some reason, because I was nice to Tami and let her stay here for a while when things weren't going well for her, the old lady seems to think I'm responsible for her cat. Or we are, or that the cat needs to go back to Tami (most of which isn't going to happen). I had June have Wendi reach out to her and the story I got back is that Tami isn't interested in having the cat back.
Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands and a week ago last Saturday, I did just that. I put Lilee up for adoption on KSL.
I have had two people interested. One wasn't going to be a good fit for Lilee or the person, but I managed to place one of the kittens my cat had last fall with that person.
Yesterday, I put the remaining three kittens on KSL. Gone in ten minutes! I kid you not. All three. Two girls drove from Bountiful in a snowstorm to pick up the little male kitty and fell in love with him the minute they saw him. All three kittens are in good, loving homes. Thank you God for that because I kinda bonded with the little ones. They were sick and I nursed them back to health and prayed really hard for God to spare the little one I gave to the two girls. They were sweet and offered to keep sending me pictures. I told them I wasn't that attached to him, though. Sometimes a clean break is best.
This story now forks into two directions: The first one is an observation about people in general. The second one is about my own cat.
Lilee is just as free as the kittens were. She is a beautiful cat and likes to be loved. She'd be a great fit for someone older or someone who just lost a pet. I have had two people interested in her. One person changed her mind on the phone. Another I already told you about. I don't want Lilee to wind up in the shelter. I may not have a choice about that.
The kittens were gone in literally 10 minutes. I had to tell three other people no. Kittens, no problems finding them a home. An adult cat, not so much.
I worry about what's gonna happen to Tom and Jerry. They are the neatest pussycats and I so want to keep them. I so can't. Because I have two cats that are mine. The one that had the kittens (if I could afford to have her fixed, I would, believe me, and it's on the list of things to do!), and the one who applied for and got the job of being my cat the last time Moo had kittens. (she's good at getting out!)
That's the second part of the story. Moo is my kitty. She can't stand Miss June. I mean that. She doesn't like anybody but me. Never has. But she's mine. She was a runt outdoor feral cat and I grabbed her when she was a kitten. She probably would have died if I hadn't. She's mine and I'm stuck with her. I named her Moo because she just had this look on her face like she was as dumb as a cow and the name just kinda stuck. She's moo, and she's mine.
Fearless, on the other hand, would have been in the same boat but he applied for the job of being my cat. He was attached to me and he's just something else. His name is Fearless because he is. He's a tomcat and he's just got the greatest personality.
Fearless had been a little aloof. He has plenty of cattitude. And until sometime last night, he'd not been very wanting any kind of attention. Until he realized the little ones were all gone and not coming back. NOW he's been all over me, wanting all kinds of attention. Wayne collected his kitten from me finally, so that makes us -5 pussycats total. One way or the other, Lilee leaves on Friday. Tom and Jerry go back to the agency Wendi adopted them from unless I can convince my mom to take them, which is unlikely.
I would like to keep them but I'm not gonna abandon mine for something I think is better. I wish my mom would keep them so I could see them from time to time. They're really neat pussycats.
But such is life, and I think a commentary on us as humans. Kittens are cute and they're yours from babies. Adult cats, well, they're cats and they're they're own. Tom and Jerry are having a hard time because their human died, and they've been from house to cage to house to my house. They are trying to keep a job that isn't open. Everybody wanted the kittens. Few want the cats.
And Fearless is afraid of losing his gig. He knows something's up and he's trying to keep what he already has. He's got nothing to worry about. I'm keeping him.
I made that decision and I'm sticking with it.
Still, tough choices abound in deciding what happens to Lilee. I hate the idea of taking her to the pound. But if I have to, I will. Weber County is now a no-kill shelter which makes the decision somewhat easier. I can live with it. Because the choice shouldn't have been mine in the first place and I did all I could to reunite animal with owner.
As I type this, Lilee is at my feet. She's had her head rubbed today and she just wants to be loved. She probably knows she's on borrowed time here. I think they can sense that. It's my hope that before Friday, someone will show up to take her.
If she was still a kitten, she'd have already been gone.
And that's sad.
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