Abuse & Neglect
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weeks ago Saturday, my roommate Jerry decided he wanted a kitten
and that we needed to stop by the local animal shelter. Me, being
the animal loving, kind hearted invidual that I am, could not possibly
have turned down this request. I did not expect the shelter to have
any cats, much less kittens available. Normally they only have dogs.
And I REALLY didn't expect them to have three of the cutest little
gray kittens I have ever seen....only about 6 weeks old. One of
them immediately took to Jerry, crawling all over his shoulders
and purring and being so deceptively adorable, like kittens are
prone to do. So after a serious discussion about adoption responsibilites
and vet trips, we decided that this would be Jerry's new son. Actually,
I think the kitten decided that for us, the way he was clinging
on, but nonetheless....kitten baby came home with us that day. A
trip to Walmart was made for all the supplies....cat food, litter,
TOYS...you know how that goes.
Then there was the INTRODUCTION...letting my 2 babies meet their
new step brother. Oscar, that's the 150 pound Great Dane (who by
the way was adopted thorugh petfinder.com from Conway Great Dane
Rescue), took a little convincing that this new fuzzy thing was
not a stuffed toy to be tossed about. My Rat Terrier Maggie, also
from petfinder, adopted from Independence County shelter in Batesville,
seemed to understand right away this was something she was going
to be able to chase around the house
Then the time came to give Kitten Baby a name. Jerry wanted to
call him Bubba, but our friend Clarissa wanted to call him Blue
because of his pretty color and blue eyes. Blue won out for a few
days...that is until his Daddy Jerry suffered from a bit of identity
crisis, being a man with a sweet little kitten and all....and decided
to give him a more manly name. CATFISH. Not sure where it came from,
but it stuck for about a week. "Here, Catfish, come here to
Daddy...." can get old really fast.
Then, one night last week when Jerry was at work, I was sitting
on the couch eating a pickle and Kitten Baby/Bubba/Blue/Catfish
was curled up in my lap. He must've smelled the food, because he
shot out from under the blanket like a rocket, mewing for a handout.
I thought, surely this cat won't eat a pickle....but broke a small
piece off just to see anyhow. He inhaled it like it was food from
the Gods, all while begging for more.....and suddenly the name Pickles
seemed very appropriate. After telling his Daddy Jerry about this
revelation, we decided upon Mr.Pickles, even amid concern of confusing
the poor kitten.
Two full weeks have now went by, and as I sit typing this very
elaborate story, Mr.Pickles is curled up on my chest purring his
little heart out. Oscar has now learned to play gentle with him,
and only slobbers on him and rolls him around the floor, instead
of trying to pick him up and carry him around. Mr.Pickles waits
until Oscar is asleep and then pounces on his tail as his revenge.
Maggie has taken to curling up with him for naps, and giving him
a bath whenever she thinks he is too dirty for her taste. They play
and chase each other up and down the hall. I honestly would not
be surprised if the cat started barking soon, just like his big
brother and sister. Stranger things have happened, right?
Ah... This Is The Life!
Many Happy Purrs, Mr. Pickles!
P.O. Box 2091
1058 SFC 200
Forrest City, AR 72336
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