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My Cat(s)’s Stories

Okay, as the title suggests, I have more than one fur baby. Two actually. I want to share their adoption stories in honor of the Kitten and Puppy Bowls today on Hallmark and Animal Planet. 

The first story I want to share is Micah’s. Micah is a three year old female cat with pale ginger fur and greenish gold eyes. I got her in a rather... unusual way to say the least. Three years ago a family member passed away, and we were all at my Grandma’s. My cousin had a cat at the time, a ginger tom named Simon, and I was still getting over the death of my first pet. My first pet was this HUGE orange and white tom named Sam. Sam was my best friend, my partner in crime. And he was gone... i was heartbroken, and I took comfort in the cuddly nature of Simon. Then, my Uncle’s Aunt, the sweetest lady EVER, came in. Offhandedly, she mentioned that she had a KITTEN trapped under her car. “It’s been there for three days. We tried to get it out, but the poor thing is too scared to let us help it.” she explained. Right then and there, my aunt (who is a avid animal lover) decided that SHE was going to save this kitten, and with the help of my Uncle (who’s was the nephew of the Aunt), she saved the kitten. Bringing it inside my Grandma’s, she handed it off to ME of all people! The tiniest kitten climbed up my shirt and buried itself into my shoulder. I held it, looking into the most beautiful greenish gold eyes. It gave a tiny squeak, and I gave it a little kiss. “You need a bath.” I told it, smiling as it squeaked again. We gave it a bath, and I mashed up ham to feed it. I gave it ham until it’s tiny little belly was round and it was warm and dry. I TRIED to let it sleep on the couch, but it wasn’t going to let me get away with THAT. Climbing onto my lap, the kitten climbed all over me until it decided that my SHOULDER was an appropriate place to sleep. So I held it, stroking its tufty pale ginger fur and hearing the raspy little purr. When the kitten woke up, I decided it needed a name. So going online, I looked up names. I tried several to see if they fit. “Luke?” I asked, and to my surprise, the kitten MEOWED. It was like it decided that it didn’t like that name. Several names (and meows) later, it fell silent on one. “Micah?” I asked it. “Do you like Micah, sweetheart?” I asked. Micah purred, and I looked at the meaning. “Small and humble. well... you are small.” I chuckled. Micah helped me with Sam’s death, and the death of my family member. She’s special, and to this day you could never tell she was under a car for three days. She likes ham and playing with wand toys, and sleeps on my bed every night. She’s my special baby girl. My pumpkin.

Next is our prankster. Our jester. Yoda! He is a three year old ginger and white tom with (get this) the same eye color as Micah. We got him in a rather normal way, but that doesn’t make him any less extraordinary.  It had been one year since I had rescued Micah, and my Mom was searching Facebook, when suddenly she ‘awwed’, “Look” she told me “his name’s Yoda!” and she turned her phone to show me this chubby orange and white cat with the roundest, sweetest expression on his face. “He likes to cuddle, gets along well with other cats and children. 35 dollars to good home, neutered. Let’s get Micah a friend!” Mom suggested. I was (at first) hesitate. Micah DIDN’T get along well with others, ever since Simon had run away. Yet two days later my mom tells me she’s running into town. “Why?” I asked. “To go get Yoda! He’s going to be our cat!” she explained as she got into the car. An hour later, she comes in lugging a cat carrier. She sets it on the floor and opened the door. I see the round, wide eyed face peeking out and then the orange and white tom steps out into the kitchen. He was chubby, he was tall. Micah had been in the living room, and she rushes up and HISSED in his face. I was SURE we would have a fight, but he just tilted his head as if to ask “why are you hissing at me, girly?” A week passed, and Yoda lived up to his description. He is the biggest cuddle bug, and the sweet expression was both real and a decoy. The first day he took a oatmeal cookie off the table and ATE it. We discovered his affinity for plastic, and his love for running around at 10:30 at night. Yet we didn’t know if we COULD keep him, because Micah was being too much of a bully! Yet one day I came home from school and they were in the living room, grooming each other’s backs. Now those two are partners in crime, cuddle buddies, and best friends. Yoda is the sweetest cat I have ever met, and I say that who ever gave him up made a mistake. Yet later, my mom told me something unusual about when she was adopting him. She was standing outside the door to the room he was in, making the final arrangements. “And he was just sitting there, staring at the door. And it was so weird! It was like he knew ‘you came to get ME. I’m going HOME. You’re my new person.’ I swear that’s what he was thinking.” She told me. Yoda turned three in January, and he is our sweet boy. He LOVES his food, his toys, and life in general. He has the sweetest voice, and will chirp, not meow. He’s playful and friendly, and more outgoing than Micah’s shy personality. He KNOWS we adopted him because we wanted him, and that we were his new family. 

Currently, these two sweethearts are laying right beside me, sleeping side by side. They love their life, and I make sure they receive the best I can provide. They are an inspiration to me. Micah taught me that one act of kindness can change a life, that life is too short to be bitter. She taught me about kindness, the will to give. Yoda has taught me to make life an adventure. That though someone may not want me, others will. Be silly, because life is too easy to make angry and dark. He’s taught me to relax, to let myself have fun. I hope their stories mean something to you, because without their stories, I would not have my amazing pets.