Rescue me, please!
I was sitting at my computer one afternoon when Michelle called me from her workplace. She asked if I would go to the local pet store and check out a “rescue cat” the animal shelter had on their internet site and on display at that store.
I like this store. It is not one of the big box pet stores and has a nice hometown feel inside. The staff is very knowledgeable and friendly. I am usually in/out in a jiffy. But that day was a different kind of day. Michelle has rescued many cats over the years and helped them live out nice long lives. Recently, her only remaining rescue cat, TJ, had been meowing loudly and often. He missed his companions a lot. It has been several months since Kellogg, his buddy and best friend passed away. So our family has been talking about rescuing a companion cat for TJ.
Gratefully, this pet supply store does not cater to a lot of animals on display for sale. Just inside the store and past the checkout area, however, was a cage set up with a cat on display. The typed sheet attached said she was a three-year-old female, a tortoiseshell in color. This cat had been previously placed but returned as she evidently did not fit into the plans of the owner who had recently moved. I discovered that she had been sitting in a cage in several stores for some months now hoping to be adopted.
Everything about her body language was sad. I almost started crying right there in the store. She was backed into the corner and tightly positioned for protection so that she could observe all sides of the cage. It was busy and noisy in the store. I could tell she was frightened. The staff was very good to her and to me explaining how long she had been at this store and about her personality which they indicated was gentle. She did allow me to pet her a little and while she seemed far away by the expression in her eyes, I felt that she appreciated the attention. It was very difficult to leave her.
I sent Michelle a text right away and suggested she go see her the next day. She did and after paperwork, interviewing, and discussion, etc. George and Michelle brought her home the following day.
Of course, the move for the kitty was yet again very frightening. We knew, however, that she was in a forever home now and could begin to relax and become her sweet self soon. She is a real beauty! After much consideration, we decided to name her “Miss Evie”. It will be fun to see her change and grow. TJ was extremely surprised, not thrilled but, not too grouchy and we think he will be happy once he gets used to having a female around the studio again.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sharon Smith was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest (USA); owned a healthcare uniform business for many years. She also lived in Japan and presently resides in Michigan. She blogs about her experiences and shared observations touching on culture, lifestyle, and the people around her.