Most recently published stories in Petlife.
A woman, wearing a smile led Chris and I to a chilly, concrete room. Two platforms lined the wall and a cloth tower was in the center. Bowls of food and water were spread out on the ground. She told us to take our time. We were about to make an important decision.
Opti and Me
It was an extremely humid morning after a night of thunderstorms that kept me mostly awake. The year was 2007. I was a starry-eyed 19-year-old girl dead set on being a woman. I had just finished my first year of college, which included a tumultuous long-distance relationship. I found myself quitting a job that my stepfather set up for me that summer in my hometown of Colorado Springs, Colorado and on the road to Hinesville, Georgia. A tiny blip on any map, Hinesville was the town where Fort Stewart Army Base was adjoined to. Said tumultuous relationship brought me the 1,628 miles across country from Colorado. A 24-hour trip that I made in 28. A decision and trip made of complete impulses disguised as love.
Have you ever tried to herd cats, it is possible, I do it twice a day with five indoor and eight outside. All rescues, all beautiful, all mine. Not really, cats belong to no one. I'm their servant, and they know it. Oldest girl CeCe, kids brought her to me in the school Cafeteria I was the manager of. The kids always brought me kittens, I always wondered why they bring them to me. All the terrible things people say about school cafeterias were they not afraid I would cook it and serve it for lunch: you know mystery meat??
Stray to stay
I was visiting my 85-year-old mother in the Phoenix, AZ area. We were driving west on I-10 one late afternoon. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed what I thought was a white dog leaning against a cement noise barrier wall about 30 yards from the freeway. We could not stop as we were in rush hour traffic on an inner lane of the 6 lane freeway. We were surrounded on all sides by cars moving so fast that I was unable to exit for several more exits.
I love animals, let's get that straight. Dogs, cats, lizards, every kind man. So, let's talk about how my wife and I found a cat in the engine bay of a car one day. Yes you read that right. It was a wild day, about three to four years ago. We've had cats almost since we've been together, making it six years this year. (insert congratulations here)
An Adoption Meant to Be
After nineteen years of being told there would never be a cat in our household - either because of concerns of my dad's allergy to cat hair, or how our dog would respond to a much smaller furry friend than they were used to - I had decided it would probably just be easier to wait till I moved out to adopt myself a cat.
Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.
Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen. - Orhan Pamuk (Turkish Novelist & Noble Prize winner- 2006)
My Peter Rabbit
You will be surprised to know that I was in a school where teachers used our energy for their best interest. I belong to backward areas where the education system was not highly developed at that time.
10 Life Lessons From My Cat
Cats are incredible. They are elegant, curious, independent, loving, simply magical companions, and they have a lot to teach us. Here are the 10 most important lessons I have learned from my cat, Agata
My new wife and stepson had a couple of dogs, Tasha and Sherman. Tasha was a big, muscular animal with a golden coat; a mongrel descendent of some noble working breed- a boxer and a retriever, maybe. Sherman was a nervous, little gray rodent of a mutt, from something like a Chihuahua and a miniature dachshund. Tasha was showered with affection, Sherman was largely ignored. Tasha posed and postured, aware she was watched and loved. Sherman hung onto the edge of the room, waiting for the inevitable petting and cooing over his housemate, then he’d come forward apologetically to beg a piece of Tasha’s action.
When you think of a rat does your mind run to plagues, sewers, and disease? Well, I like to think of them from my childhood role model, Master Splinter.
To adopt or not to adopt
See her? That was my baby... a ball of fat and fur with personality enough to inspire peace and grant me serenity. Almost 8 years of her presence came to an abrupt end on January 25th, 2021 when, because of a neurological condition with an unexplained origin, I agreed to the vet euthanizing her and said goodbye until her heart stopped beating. Oh, my lord, that day still hurts.