You have all seen those posters and ads that depict a lonely-looking pet in need for adoption.
Those cats and dogs look so cute and cuddly. Why wouldn’t someone want to adopt them?
It is our civic duty, isn’t it, to get those dogs and cats a better home than the shelter cage?
Well, my family and I recently took the plunge. We opened up our hearts and wallets and with compassion adopted one of those furry little cats.
Alright. You see right through me. We got the cat because I saw a mouse.
Yes, I said a mouse.
I knew when we built out in the “country” that there would be field mice, but I did not know they might find a nice warm spot in my garage.
I told those boys to put the trash in the trash can and to close the garage doors when they come in, but NOOOO!
Now we saw a mouse run across the garage floor, and I was determined to catch him before he made his way into the house.
I called four different pest companies to get some assistance.
Each one of them called me names under their breath. I heard them!
Names like “paranoid,” “a little overboard” and “scary”!
One guy said, “It’s just one mouse, lady. And it probably isn’t even in your garage anymore.”
Needless to say, they were of little help, so I took matters into my own hands and bought a cat.
Everyone quickly became attached to the little kitty. Son number four, the five-year-old, however, needed some tender-care lessons regarding the cat.
He was so proud that he could pick up the cat that often he would ask me to watch him hold the little kitty.
He would be holding the cat around his back, primarily grasping the animal’s head, with one arm stuck up in the air. The cat had a look on his face like “help me.”
He chased the cat around and pulled at his tail. He poured giant cups of food for him and accidentally poured water on the cat’s head while trying to fill his water bowl.
While the cat was drinking water! Yikes!
After a couple of days, the cat would run when he saw son number four coming his way.
Finally, we caught the mouse and threw him away. I felt a sense of peace.
The cat never could find that same level of peace with my youngest son in his face all day.
I think he might need some counseling. Now he won’t come out from behind the couch. He just might be missing that shelter.
Thanks for sharing.