‘Twas the night before Christmas, and suddenly I found myself out of a house…
On Christmas Eve 2008, my family left me at the local animal shelter. I had always been their pampered indoor kitty, so imagine my surprise when I was suddenly bunking with 20 adult cats from all walks of life. Most of them had been there for months, and a lot of them were semi-feral tough guys.
I was lucky to be BIG, because I got my own shelf and almost everycat was afraid to challenge me over it. But I wasn’t feeling very good, so I was worried somecat would notice and confront me. I’m not much of a fighter… On the fifth day, my human came into the adult cat room. I heard her say she was looking for a cuddly geriatric cat, but I head-butted her when she got close enough anyway. I figured it couldn’t hurt. She scratched my noggin, and then she left without me.
A week later, my human was driving past the shelter on her way to an appointment when she suddenly found herself at the front desk, asking if the funny cow spotted cat was still there. She adopted me immediately without meeting me again. I was so relieved that I didn’t even mind the ride home in a cardboard box.
Minutes after we arrived at my new home, I relaxed for the first time in 2 weeks. And technicolor snot started pouring out of my eyes and nose, and I was coughing uncontrollably. I’d had to hold it together and look tough for so long, and as soon as I felt a little safer it all came pouring out. Literally. My human immediately quarantined me to her only tiny bathroom, and I was so tired and sick that I just curled up in her sink. And I stayed there for a month before I was healthy enough to finally meet Kitty.
Life wasn’t perfect in my new bathroom, but at least it was quiet and safe and I wasn’t scared to let my guard down and eat. (In fact, I gained 3 lbs in the first 2 weeks I was there!) I spent time getting to know my new human every morning as she got ready for work, and when she had to pee. She would come in and sit with me, groom me, and try to make me feel better. And eventually I did feel better.
I had a lot of time to think in my new sink, and I realized that we are in control of our destinies. Every choice we make and action we take builds our futures… The head bump I gave my human shaped my future and hers. I chose her, and now I choose not to live a life of complacency. I decided from then on that I would make choices and take actions to shape my future into whatever my little heart desires. Today I desire peace on Earth, goodwill towards creatures (including humans), a meal on every plate or in every bowl, and loving homes for shelter cats all over the world. I know that’s a lot to ask for, but I just had a long nap and I’m feeling energetic. And hopefully Santa got my letter and is doing his part to help me out.