Part 7: The Cat’s Me ow

Oh boy! Things are worst than I thought. I think Tom has been in Carolyn’s House a little too long, the old stray cat blurted out.  Maybe not! exclaimed the yellow stray. Something may have happened to him at the shelter. I  heard you cried like a baby, Tom!

Do not discuss me as though I don’t exist, yelled Tom!  I can hear you too cautioned Carolyn. Well, gasped the yellow stray, looking at Tom: Did anything traumatic happened at the shelter?

If you call almost getting euthanized traumatic. Yes! Something traumatic happened! Before Carolyn and her owner came, an irksome family with a mischievous little boy tried to adopt me. At first, I thought being adopted by that family was better than death.  Later, I changed my mind. After their little boy stuck his tongue out at me and did all sorts of ugly things to me to  my face, I decided death would be better than going with that family.  When the shelter volunteer handed me to the little boy, I tried to scratch his eyes out. His parents felt we were not a good fit for one another. The volunteer put me back in the cage to be euthanized. Man! I was about to be soap, shampoo or horse feed.

I was super glad to see Carolyn and her owner. They saved my life!  Now we understand. You feel obligated to Carolyn. You don’t want to leave her. What are your plans when her owner takes her out to breed with a show cat, or  a cat of the same pedigree? That wont happen argued Carolyn. My owner promised she would have the Vet to artificially insert my womb. Her intentions were to sell the babies anyway after they are weaned. I love Tom, and you guys, my owner, my groomer nor my Vet will ever stop me from loving Tom.

 

to be continued

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