My first cat, Cinnamon, was the most beautiful calico I remember. we had 3 cats at the time (outdoor cats) and I remember when we would take our bi-monthly trip to Canada, the neighbors would put food out for them... they wouldn't TOUCH the food until we came back. Then it was love, eat, love, eat, love eat and trying to do both at once.
They would be nothing but skin and bones. I think they would have starved themselves if we never came back.
Ever since our trips, every time we would walk down the road, they'd sit by the driveway and start crying like you'd never heard before
such a cute little story. Parents ended up dropping them off at some railroad tracks when she was about 7 years old.
odd note, the cats ended up making friends with a opossum. he'd hang out and eat cat food with them.
Guess it warmed up to us, too, because if you weren't paying attention at night, he'd come up to you and stand up and put his front paws on your leg O_O
guess he wanted us to feed him? Ugly sucker. Such an ugly sucker.
while we're on the subject of animals, we also had an armadillo problem. kept on making holes in the yard. So I found him in the back one day, I was early preteen... grabbed a shovel, slowly crept up to him... then he saw me.
got up on his rear two's, sniffed around, took a couple steps to me, got up, sniffed, took some steps toward me... walked RIGHT next to me and...
... WHAM! I hit him with the shovel.
He snorted and ran around a nearby brick in shock.... I walked up to him (he didn't move) and he just stared at me with glassy little eyes that said, "Why? What did I do? I just wanted to be friends!"
And I felt horrible and left
SuperK's a softy-wofty when it comes to animals
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