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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
My Voyager Cat Crew
April 2020 After my dear old dog and cat died from illness in late winter, I decided that I wouldn't go looking for a pet. Instead, I would simply wait and see what happenstance would bring me. I decided on certain rules. My pet would need to be under 30 lbs so that I could lift him/her easily in a medical emergency. I would probably have a cat so any dog I might adopt must get along well with small animals.
By Dorothy Hansen5 years ago in Petlife
The Voyager and the Demi god
In 2016 I was at work when a manager pulled me aside to ask if I was doing alright. I was reluctant to admit how badly my mental health was suffering, and how hard it had become to maintain the facade that I was operating at 100% all of the time. But she could tell, and so could my coworkers. At the time I was living and working in Central Florida, in a place where people come from all over the world to visit. I was truly living everyone else’s dream, and people I knew who didn’t work with me never missed an opportunity to tell me so, meanwhile behind the scenes, my own life felt like a nightmare. This brought on an immense sense of guilt and shame, as though because of my situation, I wasn’t allowed to feel depressed, or because of the nature of my job, I shouldn’t experience anxiety. By the end of our conversation, I was being driven by two large police officers to a mental health facility nearby for a mandatory 5 day observation where I took part in group and individual therapy, in a safe and understanding environment.
By Rebecca Zamora5 years ago in Petlife
Little Joey and Khloe
Not one to gush too much usually, but these are my two adorable little furball additions to the family, Joey (the tabby on the left in the above photo) and Khloe (long hair, could be part Maine Coon on the right in the above photo). Joey is technically my mom's birthday present from my sister-in-law circa September 2017, while Khloe was rescued quite literally off the street in November of 2019. Both of them are absolutely adored and have brought a lot of life into the household.
By Jackie Barrows5 years ago in Petlife
How to Turn Your Man into a Cat Lord
You probably guessed from the title that I’m an unapologetic cat person, even though I come from a culture that has a strong preference for dogs. Don’t get me wrong, I like dogs and animals well enough, but I guess I’ve oftentimes felt an affinity for the underdog (or should it be undercat?). Growing up, I frequently managed to adopt stray cats that “followed” me home, much to my mother’s annoyance. She always came around though, despite raising us with the strictness of a drill sergeant. Once, my cat Bubba was sleeping ON her bed pillow, and I tried to shoo her away before my mother caught her (yes, Bubba was a she. I named her after my favorite teddy bear). I was too late, but much to my surprise, my mother said “Leave her alone mija, she’s not bothering anyone.” That’s when I knew my mother had come around to loving (or at least tolerating) my cats.
By Mari Zurez5 years ago in Petlife
In Praise of Joey and Katherine
In Praise of Joey and Katherine At one point you watched Aladdin while sitting on my sister's lap. You previously had lived underneath a friend's home and trotted to the neighbor's garage to be fed. When I held you in my arms at the veterinarian clinic, I knew. I was in trouble.
By Amelia Reiling5 years ago in Petlife
She Chose Me
When I was fourteen years old, Boots, my adopted three year old farm cat, developed feline leukemia. We had to put him down, and I was heartbroken. He had been my little buddy and had been so full of energy until his last week. As any pet owner knows, you can never replace a previous pet, but when a friend encouraged me to check out some rescue kittens a few months later, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a kitten to cuddle again.
By L. A. McCullough5 years ago in Petlife
Hook, Line, and Sinker
The more I think about how I came to adopt my beloved cat, Fitz, the more I think it was just meant to be. I won't pretend to know the exact day I adopted this friendly feline: not because it's not important, just because I have a hard time mentally tracking dates. It was sometime in late November of 2019. One of my good friends from work had heard me talk many times about wanting to have a cat to bond with in my recently-moved-into apartment, but I'm sure I'd also told her that I wasn't quite ready to adopt yet. It was financially doable, but I generally try to have a safety net of emergency funds. Perhaps I just needed a little push to take the leap of solo pet ownership. I'd almost always had a cat around staying with my mother, but it had been some years since enjoying the longstanding presence of a cat companion. And I'd certainly never been the sole caretaker; I think that was the real cause for hesitation. Anyhow, it came to be that while I was out with my friend we ended up visiting an animal shelter. She had two cats of her own already, and I think she was just really excited for me to have one for myself. I didn't yet realize that her goal for the evening seemed to be putting me in the environment most suited for me to give in to committing to adopting a new pet. We just "ended up" at the adoption center to "look" at the animals, but it wasn't a zoo. I knew this was a trick, and I certainly fell for it.
By Luke Crawley5 years ago in Petlife
