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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
Tracy's Typical Workday
I nudge Deanna's hands first, purring loudly because she seems to understand this means Request. Her eyes open. She pretends not to see me. She pulls her hands under the blanket and closes her eyes again.
Deanna CassidyPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeKovu The Great
I am a large, black Norwegian Forest Cat. My name is Kovu The Great, My hoomans just call me Kovu. And I am a bully. I had a rough start in life. When I was found outside I was malnourished and had a serious respiratory condition. I was so sick I almost died, so my sweet mama spoiled me endlessly. I was so spoiled that I could do no wrong, even when I picked on my poor sister Tootsie. Tootsie was cute and small and had no tail. I couldn’t stand it when she got attention. So I bullied her. And I never got punished.
Anna KonopkaPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeMy Work Buddy - Imja
Work can be a source of extreme stress for many, and when I went into a call center job in the middle of a pandemic, spending over ten hours a day at a desk in my small corner bedroom, with a multitude of medical diagnosis, it definitely became a source of stress for me. If I were left to face it alone, I don't know what I would have done - but, luckily for me, my stress relief came in the form of a bundle of black fur with four paws and a purr that fills you with warmth. Her name is Imja.
Raquel ChandlerPublished 3 years ago in PetlifePaging Dr. Morgan
Have you ever experienced love at first sight? I have. At 18 years old, I fell in love with a coworker immediately after I first laid eyes upon him. He was absolutely beautiful! He was 17 years old when I met him and he swooned me immediately with his gorgeous blue eyes, soft white hair with specks of black in it, and warm personality. He is rather tall and very vocal, always demanding attention in complete contrast to my introverted self who prefers staying in the background. He is Morgan: the coolest cat around.
Sarah Michele GianelliPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeThe Many Jobs of a Cat
If my cat knew that I was writing this, he would likely be giving me one of his ‘Are you serious looks?’ While he is extremely intelligent, some days he just doesn’t understand boundaries or compliments. Therefore, he might see his nomination as something menial that his human is attending to instead of doling out treats. But, as I think about all of the jobs that he attends to in a day, I think he deserves to be empawyee of the month.
Rebecca TaylorPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeWorking During the Pandemic
It is full dark outside, and my alarm is not quite ready to announce the beginning of the day. Kitty is gently batting my face letting me know that she is hungry. I yawn and stretch and prepare to get out of bed and start my day. Kitty slinks down the bed slowly stretching her front legs, her whole body, and then her back legs before jumping to the ground and trotting towards the kitchen and food bowls. At 17 years of age (that is mid-80s in human years), she is sleek and graceful and moves with ease. In comparison, I move slowly and stiffly feeling every year of age on my body. It is day 443 of the pandemic and teleworking continues. No wonder I’m stiff and sore. Not enough exercise or moving around. Not enough outside connection.
Cheryl EdwardsPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeLooking For Alaska
This is Alaska. The reason this prompt seemed so natural to me is that I like to say that I have the best son in the world (as well as a monumental amount of bias, clearly). I consider my cat to be my own child at this point - as well as simply just a cute pet that people like to see. Having struggled with mental health issues and the fear of even leaving my house at one stage of my life, I thought he might distract me from myself, and caring for him would bring the purpose to my life that I so desperately needed. There was a lot of guilt and emotional turmoil that went into this decision, but overall it was a worthwhile one.
The Peace And Nature With Linus
I started out my life with three common family members; An affectionate mother, a diligent father, and a sympathetic brother. As I grew up, those were the only people I could genetically relate to and even though I grew up with an orange cat named Rick...he was still just a cat. I don’t have many memories of Rick, but I remember he died from a terrible leg infection when I was at a young age. I didn’t think much of the relativity my parents had with Rick but that was just because I didn't really have much of a relationship with him. So I moved on with my life but the once praised creature popped up in my brain once I saw this kitten wandering the hallways of my elementary school. His name was Joey and every time you held him the girls would come swarming towards you. To think of that little fella meant I would be expecting a thought of curiosity and wonder, “What does having a cat feel like?”. While letting that thought lay in the back of my head, I came across an older but still immature cat walking around the same school. He was completely ignored and ominous that no one knew his name. It turns out the cat was an orphan ready to be adopted. I came up to my parents after school and demanded that we buy him, I want to truly have a cat. Next thing I know, a month later, he is sleeping on my leg in my bed. His name was Linus, and I reminisce about the peace of this curious creature as he was more than just a true inspiration.
Joseph FassiottoPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeOliver: Coordinating since 2013
This whole pandemical situation has brought the whole world to a halt, causing many of us to be working from home or to have lost our jobs completely. For those of us who have had the privilege of keeping our jobs, many employers were mandated to send their employees to work from home with their laptops. During this time, many of us got the opportunity to do our jobs at home along side our beloved pets. In my case, my now eight-year-old cat Oliver became my new colleague. Since March of 2020, my fur baby has managed to adapt to a new routine quite quickly. While picking up some new habits of his own, as our time together became more prominent.
Sara ChieffalloPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeMy pet Kai
I saw Kai at night on a tree screaming and singing in fear. I actually first heard her from my room and run downstairs to our garden. There she was hugging the tree in a funny way. I didnt know how to help her so I just said you can do it dont be afraid, and after some time she finally went down. Since that moment She wanted to hug and cuddle looking for a shelter.
The Transition of Spike
This is the story about the time my cat, Spike, came to college with me. Spike is an eight-year-old ragamuffin who is one of the most laid-back cats you will ever meet, but with the fact that he had never been anywhere other than my house ever since I had adopted him, the adjustment was a little rough. He is also a registered Emotional Support Animal, which is why I was able to bring him with me in the first place.
Lauren KirbyPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeJupiter and Bastet
I have this theory that my pets will become famous before I do. The two little Golden Nuggets steal the show every time they appear in a YouTube video or an Instagram post. In fact, they even have their own Instagram. And although it is my dream to become a famous YouTuber, they are attached at my hip. Wherever I go, they go. Therefore, if I become famous, they become famous too.
Katie ShayPublished 3 years ago in Petlife