I love stories about how people found their animals...or how their animal found them! I want to hear some good stories about how you all found your kitties.
I will share my best one:
When I was six years old, my family did not own one animal. And oh boy, did I want one!
One October afternoon my brother, age 3, and I were playing outside in the backyard. I am not sure what we were doing; probably playing tetherball. All of the sudden, I hear meowing. I started looking all around the yard, trying to find where the meowing was coming from. All of the sudden, a grey cat jumps over the fence and meows loudly at us. At this point, even my mother has heard the meowing and has joined us outside. She tells us not to pet it because she doesn't want him to stay.
Yeah right! The kitty kept coming around, and I kept petting him. My dad and I would even feed him lunch meat when my mom wasn't home. We even let him inside the house to eat once, which was a big deal.
Soon enough my mom realized that the cat doesn't belong to anyone. She decides that we can adopt him, but as an outdoor cat ONLY. We named him Sid.
Within a week of officially adopting him, Sid comes home with a huge gash on his thigh. It was almost like a test to see how serious we were. Sid got medication and gained access to the family room.
Over the next month, Sid would convince my mother that he could also occupy the office. Then, the living room seemed acceptable. Soon he was visiting me in my room. Eventually Sid was allowed in every room, BUT my mother's room.
One day my mom came home to find Sid laying on her pillow. That day marks the official rule of King Sid over my household.
Sid was the best cat ever. We miss him very much. He crossed the rainbow bridge this year and is in a wonderful place.
Whew, I tried to keep that from turning into a novel. Now I want to read yours!!
