| A new member of our forum joined because she and her family were looking to move to Anna, and our forum is a great resource. As it turned out, they chose new construction in another nearby city, but during preparation for the move, they discovered that they would have to give up a cat :( The message was posted on our board, and I clicked the link out of nothing more than idle curiosity, but what I saw took my breath away: |
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| I replied that I was interested, but that I would require approval from my spouse first. When The first day I showed up was for orientation. I met the family and 'Sneakie' the cat to ensure we were compatible. That family sure loved their cat, and I didn't want to have to take her away from them, but I felt that if it had to be done, I was the one to do it. |
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| The next day |
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| The first night at my house was difficult. We had three kids sleeping over for a total of five kids under the age of 10 in the house, then there was a lightning storm. LOTS of noise. We quarantined Mleko in our room and kenneled the pug to give Sneakie run of the house. A couple of times I caught her circumnavigating the entire house in full low-crawl mode. Then, about 0200 I saw her peeking through my office doors. She looked so much like Daisy it made my heart ache. |
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| She doesn't come out much when everyone is home, and in fact hides extremely well. Not being able to find her one evening, I decided to check all of Daisy's old hiding places. Sure enough, there she was - under the computer rack. One evening I pulled in late after being away from the house for a couple of hours and saw the grey and white stray my wife feeds dart in front of my headlights as I pulled into our driveway. It was drizzling and I came in the house but couldn't find the cat. Anywhere. "OH NO!" Was that actually Sneakie I saw outside in the rain? I burst outside in the rain barefoot and shirtless, calling for the cat. I couldn't believe I'd already lost her, and I had no idea how I was going to explain this to the previous owner's kids. Despondent and upset, I came back inside and there she was in the foyer, just watching me. "Meow?" |
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| She comes out more often now, when I'm reading to the children, when we sit for dinner. She pays the pug no attention whatsoever, and unlike Sure having a 3-year old cat in the house again is a handful (not as much as say, two newborn Bengals) but its nice to again hear the pitter-patter of little feet [in huge combat boots]. We're quickly becoming fast friends. |
![]() My son wants to name her, "Larry." WTF? |
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