Since I’ve been married, I’ve had two pets. The first was Spooky. The second is Torpedo.
Spooky belonged to my husband, and came with the package when I moved into his apartment. At first I was afraid of her, because I really didn’t grow up with pets and thought she might scratch me. But she never did, and we developed a friendship that involved her jumping for turkey slices and running from my black shoes. Jet black with bright green eyes, Spooky lived under a folding chair in our hallway until we had to put her down at nineteen years old. It was a very emotional day, trudging through the snow with her in a pet cage… She usually whined when traveling, but that day, barely a sound. The vet brought her out wrapped in a blue towel so we could say goodbye – she couldn’t eat and had developed a tumor we never knew was there. I wept at the transitory nature of life…when my husband came home late, she kept me company. With the void she left in our lives, it was not long before I wanted another cat.
About a year later, after silently praying for another cat, a little kitten was heard howling in our stairwell. My husband caught him and picked him up, but then turned him loose in the building. He probably just wandered in off the streets. For the next five days, the kitten kept coming back. On the sixth day, he met me at the front door and followed me to our apartment. I fed him. We finally let him in – but planned to turn him over to an adoption agency right away. But he grew on us, and pretty soon, our boy Torpedo was part of the family. He likes to sleep in our shoes, run, jump, hide in the tub and play catch. He’s really quick! I just love him!! Especially the tiger stripes in his forehead.
I wonder whether these two felines could have coexisted. It would have been tough, I think, given one’s great penchant for action and the other’s demand for peace and tranquility. How much more in a marriage, when you’re trying to blend two completely different types of people together? But it can be done. Indeed, for happiness at home, it must be done. Just food for thought this Sunday morning.
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May 25, 2009 at 2:48 am
Cat lovers can’t live without cats, and cat are intutive to know who loves them.
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