Living and Loving

| 5/25/2016 9:43:00 AM

Linda WilliamsAt least 50 years of our more-than-half-century of marriage have included pets. When our kids were young, we had a terrier, poodle, and Pomeranian.

When our off spring left the house, we still yearned for the pitter patter of little feet. We knew dogs were work. They would take up our time, they would confine us to the house and even day trips would become difficult.

And so it was that on a cold day in March, a big yellow cat stormed out of the house across the street and made his way into our hearts. He simply did not like his owners. We think he felt ignored and unloved. “Charlie” became our pet and remained with us for 17 years. He was so streetwise we could let him wander about whenever and wherever he pleased.

It was not uncommon for him to cross two highways, tap his paw lightly on the door of a friendly looking house, have a saucer of milk and nap before returning to us. Needless to say there were many tears when that monster cancer that destroys so many of our loved ones got to Charlie. On a dreary February day, we had to bid him farewell.

By summer we were pet starved. We longed for the comfortable look of a cat curled up in the sunshine or waiting impatiently for us when we returned from a trip.

An ad on a bulletin board at the vet’s office led us to “Gracie”. “Free kittens,” the note had read. I told my husband I wanted only to look and we made arrangements to meet the tiny felines at a nearby church. Three little kittens with tails in the air greeted us and we quickly picked our little gray fuzz ball who weighed a pound and a half. Her size did not match her personality. A visit to the vet’s office to have her claws trimmed caused such a tremendous roar, other patients thought surely there must be a wild cat on the loose.