Embarking on the adventure of parenting a new cat, I welcome Sarge to my family.
It’s been over a year since we’ve been catless. Husband kept telling me he didn’t want another, yet he kept feeding the neighborhood cats. I knew it would end up with a stray coming to stay. It seemed rather inevitable to me.
At first, Husband thought Sarge was an old lady cat. Well, he wasn’t. He was just extremely neglected, beat up, and on his last legs when he showed up on the porch. A neighbor down the street believes some people moved out and left him.
He was so thin. Had no hair on his head. Missing a lot of fur on his back. And had countless bites, wounds, cuts. After he started to trust us more, he’d come in and hang out. He liked to play, which signaled, to me, he’s not an old cat. We don’t really know.
But I named him Sarge because of the big ears and because he talks… a lot. He obviously has some Siamese, like our girls did. My husband thinks they sent him to us. Perhaps they did. I’ve been thinking of them a lot. Sometimes I think I see them out of the corner of my eye… my kitty angels.
At any rate, the poor guy needed a home. We didn’t find his people, so we decided to let him stay. We still own the cat aisle of Petsmart, so we might as well put all the cat blankets, toys, and houses back in service.
I’ll never understand how people can abandon their pets and be so cold and cruel. However it happened, you found the right house, Sarge. We’re glad we saved your life, and welcome to the family. Prepare to be spoiled…