Life Without My Cats (Happy Ending)

All of a sudden I had to move. It was not my doing. Landlords can sometimes cause it to need to happen.




So, I left my cats with the promise they would be fed. The first time I went back to start getting my belongings, I did not see any of them. The next time I saw the two that my parents wanted to bring home. Mother told my landlord. Sure enough, when we went back after them last Saturday, we could not find any but one of them - not one of the two my parents wanted. It was so skinny and scared. i left a bowl of food for it. (We always feed them when we go and up until last time, they ones we saw looked fine.)



To add to the melee, my landlord now hasa a big dog tied up in my front yard. I can get in the door but I am sure the cats will not venture close. I pray I can still get them. If they were scared off, there are two other places close that will feed stray cats. I hope they found one of them. All of the cats I was feeding were at one time stary or their parents were. Just one was actually mine and he is fine on his own. Most of his life he has been elsewhere.



Now, that I am at my parents until I move to Des Moines, I have three cats to spoil rotten. They are my parents and they are all a delight. They are all different and make for much enjoyment.



Little Bit was dropped off in my son's neighborhood and found refuge at their front door. They brought it to my parents. My parents put an ad in the paper and prayed no one claimed it. Needless to say, no one did. He is quite his own boss but eats their cat food.



Sissy was born as one of three out in the country where daddy goes to feed a group of stray cats. He found out about them from a friend. She now lives here with my parents - the only one of the three still living. She is quite a love.



Then there is Rockey. He is very old but my favorite. He has me wrapped around his little claw. He sits up on the railing of the porch and just looks in the kitchen window when he wants to be fed. He usually has his food brought to him right there

He eats like he may never see food again..He loves to be petted and I cannot turn him down.



These three give me great joy and it is easier to let go of the others. However, I will always remember Treeki, Floffy and Butterscotch. They each have there own little story on this site.



I am sure I will have a new cat as soon as possible when I get to Des Moines..



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