Just like God created each of us humans to be unique and special, so did He with cats.
The cats in my life each were designed to fill the special needs of the season I was passing through at the time. Each one of them came to me with a built in assignment to serve, love, and bring me pleasure.
Smoky, with long black and white hair, came to me when she was only a few months old. My cousin adopted her from the Rescue Shelter. Sharon, and her military husband, received unexpected news that they were being stationed overseas, and leaving immediately. It was either find Smoky a new home, or send her back to the shelter. I was married, but not yet had any babies, so I took Smoky on. In a sense, Smoky became my first baby. She filled the gap until my first son, Billy, was born.
Smoky grew to be a whopping 16 pounds, which is what she weighed at the time Billy was born at 6 pounds 3 ounces. She was most independent. No one could touch her but me. She was always sweet and loving towards me, and never attempted to bite or scratch me. But let my husband or a visitor try to pet or hold her, and the claws were drawn out, and hissing would blare. The surprised receiver of her attack would always yell out some form or another of “Eek!”
Family and friends were wary of the idea of me keeping Smoky, once my son was born, but I could not think of letting her go. After all, she was my first baby substitute, and she had been loyal to me. I spoke with her vet and he said that there was no danger in her staying in the family. So I kept her. Smoky soon fell in love with Billy and took watch over him. She wouldn’t allow me to ignore the baby cries for more than a couple of seconds. Smoky made a smooth transition into the new season of my life.
Smokys’ time with us came to an end, and we brought a toy poodle dog into the fold. By then Billy had a brother, Timmy, making us a family of four, and a dog. I was quite fine with this until I learned of two cats that needed a home or would be sent back to the shelter they were adopted out of.
So, then we became a family of four, a dog, and two cats. The cats were brother and sister. Both cats, Max and Emily, were short haired domestic tigers. Emily was light grey and Max dark with light strips. Max was the dominate one and quickly took over as leader of the pack. Even the dog, Fonzie, bended to Max’s will. The cats made our family complete.
Then as life does, heartache hit us all. The family became broken through divorce. The animals seemed to adjust quicker to the missing family member better than the boys and me. But then, now in hindsight, I realize that God knew all along, that we were going to need their loving devotion and loyalty, as we moved into yet another season of our lives.
Life continued on and with it our pets fell away. First the dog had to be put down and then the cats had their issues. We had to let them go. End of another season.
Another cat in need came to my attention. The boys and I adopted him into our family. We named him Sammy. He was a short hair grey domestic cat. He took on the role of giving our home a heart. Like all the other cats, he became my cat, and was with me through the empty nest years, selling my home, and making a new start on my own.
There are not enough words for me to go much further, but there were two more cats after Sammy. Hershe came to me at a few months old. Her story is very unique and I wish I could share it with you. There was never a more perfect cat. She was a gift of love from God to me.
Now there is Corwin, a male, with big round eyes, and dark brown hair. I rescued him from the Rescue Shelter. Or maybe I have that backwards, and he rescued me. I am retired now, and it is him and me. We are family.
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