Day 16: Pets – Cats
I decided to split todays post into two and write separately about the dogs and cats that have been a part of my life. I don’t currently have a cat, but most of my childhood was filled with feline love. We had two cats in my lifetime who lived a very long time, Brownie and Sam.
Brownie was a cat that had belonged to my aunt and came to live with us when my aunt and uncle lived with us for a few months. Brownie liked it out in the country so much that he stayed when they moved. My most favorite memories of Brownie are when he would comfort me when I was sad. He had this knack of knowing when I needed someone.
The last cat to live a long life with us was Sam, short for Samantha. My aunt had rescued Sam and her brother, Milo, when I was thirteen. They had wandered into her yard, and since she already had an indoor cat she couldn’t take them in. She lived in the city and thought they would have a better life living in the country, so my parents thought they would be perfect for my brother and me. We adored Sam and Milo (named after the movie Milo and Otis)! We had Milo for a few years, but he was definitely a wanderer and got hurt several times, making his life a bit shorter. Sam, however, was a local hunter, and stayed around the house more. She was never comfortable being indoors, even when we would offer her a warm bed inside during the winter. In her old age, she loved staying in the garage my parents built because she was able to come and go outside as she pleased.
My brother was deployed to Iraq in 2009, and during that time Sam really started showing her age. She wasn’t as active as she had always been, and one day we noticed some blood on her neck. A few days later it hadn’t gotten any better, so we took her to the vet. The vet said that most likely it was cancer and gave us a few options. We opted to have the tumor removed but not treat her with chemo because she would never understand or most likely never tolerate us catching her for frequent trips to the vet. She got better for a while but soon before my brother arrived home from Iraq, she took a turn for the worse. We prayed that she would live until my brother came home, as my mom didn’t want to break the news to my brother. Thankfully, she did make it a few weeks after my brother returned from Iraq. That stray cat that my aunt rescued lived to be 17 and brought so much love and joy to my family.
October 16th is National Feral Cat Day. My friend, Rebekah at We Live Inspired is writing this month about how a colony of feral cats in her neighborhood entered her life during a time that she needed some extra love. Go check out her blog to read about her experiences with pets and homeless cats.
Tell me about your pets. Are you a dog person, a cat person or not a pet person at all?
“Time spent with cats is never wasted.” – Sigmund Freud