Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Pets out of nowhere



There are a lot of pet owners out there and we come to our pets in the most unusual ways. I’m a firm believer that your pet comes to you, you don’t find them. It’s something in the cosmic universe that brings you two together.
Maybe you’re driving along on one of those dark and stormy nights and there, in the middle of the road is a stray just waiting for you. A friend was pregnant and driving across an icy bridge and there walking across the handrail was a kitten slipping and sliding and inches from death of falling into the river. She rescue the kitten and he was the best pet ever and best of friends with her then unborn babe.
I found Spooky in Kroger’s parking lot mixed in with the shopping cars scared and mewing for all she was worth. I went into the store and bought a can of cat food to woo her out so I could get her.
My first cat, Pixel, was supposed to be for my son. Yeah, we know how those stories turn out. When he crossed the rainbow bridge I told the kids...no more cats for bit. The next week my son brings me a kitten he found in an ice cream shop parking lot. He needed a home, I had one, end of story.
So many cats and dogs wind up on our doorsteps, they seem to know instinctively who will love and care for them. God bless those who rescue animals from horrid situations and make them family. (IMHO anyone who mistreats an animal should burn in hell for all eternity and I mean it)
So what about you? How did you get your first pet? How did he come into your life and save you more than you saved him?
Hugs, Duffy

3 comments:

Rachelle21 said...

My cats have come from different places. I had two from the PSPCA - they are over the Rainbow bridge. In Philadelphia, we had one that got in a window, meowed to let us know there was flooding and got a forever home and gave us a kitten and grand-kittens.
My present cats have diverse ways they came here. One was found at a now-closed private club. Reese was in a cage and I made the mistake of picking her up and did not want to leave without her. Jasmine (Ju Ju) had an owner who had cancer and was told to get rid of her cats. I had two of them - the male died earlier this year. Spree Sahaara is from the Animal Care Sanctuary. She was one of four ferals and was socialized to the point she could be petted but not picked up. She still decides when to be petted. Toffee, my only male, was brought home by a friend who stays with me sometimes. Reese had disappeared for a bit and my friend wanted a kitten, so she brought Toffee home. They are named after candy because Skittles (PSPCA cat) came with that name and I just kept using candy names.

Dr. Mary Kennedy said...

What adorable kitties!! It is amazing how they find us. Whenever friends asked me how I came to adopt homeless cats, I always explain that they found me. Can't imagine life without them.

emilia.m said...

My very first pet was a hamster my mom brought home from work. She was a kindergarten teacher and one of the parents brought it there. Rest is history. At this moment we have 2 bunnies and a cat. All from local shelter.��