Day Meme - Day 29 - 30 - aspirations + moment 3
last 2. wow.
Day 29 – Your aspirations
To find a job I truly love and find myself settled down happily in my own 2 bedroom flat in Durham with my Egyptian Mau, another cat I’ve adopted from a shelter, little cactus and maybe someone specially. I want to have mugs in the kitchen cupboard when we both prefer over all others.
Day 30 – One last moment
Getting Sam and Simba. I’d pestered my parents for years. Heck I used to buy every months copy of ‘your cat’ mag just to leave out as a hint to dad with post its in the pages with that cats I really liked. Finally when I was… 13? he relented and off we went to look about some catteries. We found this lovely ginger tom in the first rescue centre who as all purrs and kisses and nuzzles and was happy to stay in your arms all day. But we wanted to look about more so but a big tick on our list of cats we’d seen with his name next to it and went off on our next visit. We went to a private home where this lady helped the rspca with temp fortering and had a cattery at the back of her house. It was a cold day and as we looked in one of the mini rooms there were 2 black faces peeking out of a cat bed. The lady told us that they had been rescued from a house where they and their mother and other brothers had been abandoned with a Rottweiler bitch and her pup. And the only reason they found they were in there was because the mother cat was eating the lace curtains because she was so hungry. They were scared of humans (well pretty much everything) and needed a nice quiet house were people would just let them settle in.
We went to go get something to eat and talked bout the giner tabby and how he was wonderful, perfect but that he’d find a home in no time while the two black boys were much less likely too. I was torn coz I wanted a cat to snuggle with but then – I’d get 2 cats rather than one and surely they’d warm to us sooner or later. So off we went back to get our two boys. Can’t imagine our house without them. Our two bookends we call them coz they sit on opposite sides of the windowsill like little reflections of each other. But wow it took so long for them to settle. They always hid behind the couch. Simba was so flighty and Sam just cowered under the Bureau all the time. I spent hours just lying next to it talking to him and offering him food scraps. Lol after that he seemed to come out of himself and decided I was his biatch. Though it took over 7 years for Sam to feel comfortable enough to sit on my lap. And he still can’t let go enough to let you scratch his belly even though he clearly reaaally wants you too. Simba doesn’t have that problem. Shameless hussy that he is.
If I look back and had the same choices again I’d go for Sam and Simba without a second thought. They may be total oddballs. But they’re my oddballs.
My Sammy - look at that bald belly! Shocking! Ans Sims with his silver old man whiskers. XD
the end. XD
Day 29 – Your aspirations
To find a job I truly love and find myself settled down happily in my own 2 bedroom flat in Durham with my Egyptian Mau, another cat I’ve adopted from a shelter, little cactus and maybe someone specially. I want to have mugs in the kitchen cupboard when we both prefer over all others.
Day 30 – One last moment
Getting Sam and Simba. I’d pestered my parents for years. Heck I used to buy every months copy of ‘your cat’ mag just to leave out as a hint to dad with post its in the pages with that cats I really liked. Finally when I was… 13? he relented and off we went to look about some catteries. We found this lovely ginger tom in the first rescue centre who as all purrs and kisses and nuzzles and was happy to stay in your arms all day. But we wanted to look about more so but a big tick on our list of cats we’d seen with his name next to it and went off on our next visit. We went to a private home where this lady helped the rspca with temp fortering and had a cattery at the back of her house. It was a cold day and as we looked in one of the mini rooms there were 2 black faces peeking out of a cat bed. The lady told us that they had been rescued from a house where they and their mother and other brothers had been abandoned with a Rottweiler bitch and her pup. And the only reason they found they were in there was because the mother cat was eating the lace curtains because she was so hungry. They were scared of humans (well pretty much everything) and needed a nice quiet house were people would just let them settle in.
We went to go get something to eat and talked bout the giner tabby and how he was wonderful, perfect but that he’d find a home in no time while the two black boys were much less likely too. I was torn coz I wanted a cat to snuggle with but then – I’d get 2 cats rather than one and surely they’d warm to us sooner or later. So off we went back to get our two boys. Can’t imagine our house without them. Our two bookends we call them coz they sit on opposite sides of the windowsill like little reflections of each other. But wow it took so long for them to settle. They always hid behind the couch. Simba was so flighty and Sam just cowered under the Bureau all the time. I spent hours just lying next to it talking to him and offering him food scraps. Lol after that he seemed to come out of himself and decided I was his biatch. Though it took over 7 years for Sam to feel comfortable enough to sit on my lap. And he still can’t let go enough to let you scratch his belly even though he clearly reaaally wants you too. Simba doesn’t have that problem. Shameless hussy that he is.
If I look back and had the same choices again I’d go for Sam and Simba without a second thought. They may be total oddballs. But they’re my oddballs.
My Sammy - look at that bald belly! Shocking! Ans Sims with his silver old man whiskers. XD
the end. XD