Kitty mind meld. My friends Lucky and Abby. Lucky was a neighborhood feral cat we tamed and once we started feeding, he never looked back. Abby was a shelter rescue that I claimed mere hours before she was to be euthanized. She spent some of her life on the streets, hence the clipped ear, and she knows where she has it good.
This is about sharing your furry friends. These were my two best buds and BFFs for each other. The black one is Lucky, the gray and white one was Critter.
Yeah, was. He became ill and had to be put down at the old age of 17. Two years later, I still miss him, he looked out for me.
As if we need an excuse to have a pet, here’s actual medical reasons to have a furry companion. Especially for seniors (you know who you are.)
*By Gemma Harling
You may think being a pet owner is stressful, dogs chew up their beds (and everything else), rabbits dig holes and cats, well, they are plotting to rule the world so are basically uninterested in doing what you want them to do. But, what may actually surprise you is that pets are actually good for your health.
Of course there is the physical benefit of taking dogs for a walk, chasing an escaped rabbit and the occasional game of hide and seek with a hamster, but the health benefits of pets go way beyond this.
Pets have been proven to lower your blood pressure, the stroking of a pet is a relaxing activity that keeps a person calm and stops their blood pressure getting out of control. Plus, if it is a person that has made you mad you could all stroke the cat in a Bond…
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cream and gray
pile of fur in my lap.
chin turned up
pink toe pads,
lips and nose.
content to be scratched
behind the ears,
under the chin.
eyes squeezed shut
joy should be so easy to find
warm lap: heaven,
a good scratch: bliss.
walking the floor,
looking for the next
We have three cats, Critter, Lucky and Abby.
Critter is the oldest at 15. He is mostly white with gray on his head, tail and legs. We got him from a rescue group when we lived in Denison, Tx. He was about 3 months old and already knew how to catch mice. He was my little hunter. I had never seen a vole until he brought one home. He’s too old and arthritic to hunt anymore but he still keeps me good company.
Lucky is my black cat. He’s about 3 1/2 or so. He showed up around the house about half grown and hungry so we fed him. He was wild and wouldn’t let us get near him. It took a while but Brian managed to get him to let us pet him. I took a while more after that before he would come in the house. Now he has moved in fully and considers himself priveledged.
Abby, we haven’t had long, she came from the city shelter. I fell in love with her picture online and brought her home with a cold which turned out to be a chronic infection that took 5 rounds with 6 different antibiotics to get her over it. She is a calico tabby and she talks a lot. She is affectionate and funny. She is about 10 years old and has had a hard life before she came to live with us. At one time, she lived on the streets, she has one ear with the tip clipped off which means she lived in a feral colony and had been trapped and neutered and returned to the street. She is very much enjoying her cushy life indoors with us.