Foxy Lady
Our eyes met when she was bravely crossing the busy road on the bridge across the Fox River. A semi actually went over her before he could stop. But she came out right in front of our car. We stopped and I jumped out. I meowed and she answered back. She was safely in the bushes down by the river. My husband reminded me of all the traffic we were holding up so I got back in, intending to come right back to get her. I told her I would be back to get her and to wait for me. But he wanted to go to the dance and fireworks we were on our way to, but I had time to change his mind. Five hours and many beers later we went back. I found her immediately remembering where her meow was. I meowed again and she came out. I put my hand by her to introduce myself and she popped back into the bushes. I realized my mistake so I meowed once more and again she came out. I quickly grabbed her this time, almost falling into the river. My husband said he will never forget me holding her high up over my head trying not to fall in. She is now a healthy five year old after starting out with ear mites, worms, eye infection and cold. She rules over her two brothers (they get along well with her). We named her Foxy Lady because it was the Fox River she was crossing when we first saw each other. She comes to both of us when we are depressed sensing when we feel bad so we call her our therapy kitty. We are all truly lucky for having each other. Victoria Omro,...
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It’s 11:30pm, and my roommate is picking me up at the airport, her first words: “You’re not going to believe this, there’s this cat that’s been meowing at all the windows and doors for the last 2 hours. Doesn’t seem to care at all that there are 3 barking, snarling dogs on the other side of the screen.” I thought about it for a second, and replied “Well, if it’s that desperate, and it’s still there when we get home, we’ll bring it in.” That was almost 4 years ago and Johnny B has been with me ever since. When we first brought him in, we could tell he’d been well taken care of, he even had clipped claws. He was about 10lbs, but you could feel every single bone. We thought he was a little old guy that had probably escaped, and with that bell on his collar he couldn’t have even caught a meal… A cat really didn’t fit in with what I had planned, and a cat this sweet – someone had to be missing him. I was determined to find his family, or if I couldn’t do that a nice new home. So while the flyers went up, he spent every night sleeping with one paw touching me at all times. My roommate even convinced the husky not to eat him, and the little pom-hua and he were completely in love with each other. Needless to say, 2 months later when I still hadn’t found his family I knew I would be keeping him. There wasn’t any chance I’d be able to give him up, I was just as attached to him as he was to me. That’s when I took him to the vet to get him fixed and all his shots and I got a real surprise: He wasn’t an old guy, he was about 8 months old! He was just a kitten. Johnny B, my sweet little boy, is now a healthy 18lb boy that I can’t imagine not being in my life, and yes, he still sleeps with me. Lydia Los Angeles,...
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