I’ve always been an animal lover, and have had various dogs & cats over the years. The cats were all ‘rescue’. Mostly dumped in my yard and we took them in.
You may have read the story about Halloween – our barn cat. I still miss her. When Chuck was alive and she lived at the big barn she had many, many kittens. Never knew who the father was and the kittens came in all shapes and sizes. One particular one was a long hair – gorgeous kitten, and friendly. Chuck decided she should be a house cat (to someone else) and talked a lady in our church into taking her. He brought her into our house for about a week to get accustomed to being inside. We were taking her to church on Sunday morning when the phone rang and the lady had changed her mind. SO…. “we” had a house cat.
I named her Fluffy as she had very long hair.
She was always Chuck’s cat and would sit on the back of his recliner and ‘groom’ his hair.
Amazingly she was very tolerant of Emma Grace (once she got used to the idea of another cat in the house).
When Chuck was so sick she would stay in the bed with him – along with his dog and my little poodle.
Fluffy never went outside again, except once and after frantic searching we found her at the end of the house under some shrubbery absolutely terrified. I don’t think she ever entertained the idea again.
She developed hyperthyroidism and finally had to be put down. It’s been quite a long time and phones didn’t have the kind of cameras they have now, so not nearly as many pictures.
She looked NOTHING like her mother, Halloween and really didn’t have the sweet personality of Halloween (except towards Chuck). She did soften up to me some after Chuck was gone, but she was always his cat.