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Roommates
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I've been led to understand that some of you are not acquainted with my roommates...
This is Casey.
In 2002, my Nebula died.* She'd been with me for 18 years, had moved to Santa Cruz and back with me. I was devastated. For two years, I was without any animal in my home. It was lonely.
Then in 2004, I started thinking about getting another cat. My sister-in-law called me and told me a friend of hers had found a six-month-old kitten abandoned by the neighbors who'd moved away. I went over to meet her and it was click at first sight. She jumped right up into my lap and came home with me that day.
Now, this is Frodo.
Frodo came to me in 2010. I was walking home one day and barreling out of an alleyway came this tiny little thing. It planted itself squarely in front of me, opened its mouth and began DEMANDING that I take it home. "I am on a Very Important Quest and you must help me!" he yelled. "I need food and shelter! THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!!!" What could I do? I picked him up - it seemed to be a he. He was small enough to fit in one hand, skinny and flea-raddled, clearly not owned by anyone. I immediately took him to a vet office a couple of blocks away and asked that he be scanned. He had no chip, which I really didn't expect him to have, and so I took him home. He is no longer tiny, but a bit bruiser of a cat, a fierce hunter, and patrolman of our property, a job he takes very seriously.
Those be my two roommates. They are good company, in their cat way, meaning they're around when they're around, and when they're not, they're not. Casey mostly stays indoors while Frodo mostly stays out. It's comfortable and equitable, and fitting for a old pagan hippie woman like myself. :)
*This is Nebula:
She was a bit weird, but I loved her.
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I've been led to understand that some of you are not acquainted with my roommates...
This is Casey.
In 2002, my Nebula died.* She'd been with me for 18 years, had moved to Santa Cruz and back with me. I was devastated. For two years, I was without any animal in my home. It was lonely.
Then in 2004, I started thinking about getting another cat. My sister-in-law called me and told me a friend of hers had found a six-month-old kitten abandoned by the neighbors who'd moved away. I went over to meet her and it was click at first sight. She jumped right up into my lap and came home with me that day.
Now, this is Frodo.
Frodo came to me in 2010. I was walking home one day and barreling out of an alleyway came this tiny little thing. It planted itself squarely in front of me, opened its mouth and began DEMANDING that I take it home. "I am on a Very Important Quest and you must help me!" he yelled. "I need food and shelter! THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!!!" What could I do? I picked him up - it seemed to be a he. He was small enough to fit in one hand, skinny and flea-raddled, clearly not owned by anyone. I immediately took him to a vet office a couple of blocks away and asked that he be scanned. He had no chip, which I really didn't expect him to have, and so I took him home. He is no longer tiny, but a bit bruiser of a cat, a fierce hunter, and patrolman of our property, a job he takes very seriously.
Those be my two roommates. They are good company, in their cat way, meaning they're around when they're around, and when they're not, they're not. Casey mostly stays indoors while Frodo mostly stays out. It's comfortable and equitable, and fitting for a old pagan hippie woman like myself. :)
*This is Nebula:
She was a bit weird, but I loved her.
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Oh gosh, there is a special place in kitty heaven for cats who tolerate small children, lol!!!!
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Nebula was a beauty.
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