As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat. Ellen Perry Berkeley
As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human mind.
Schuster has been my companion for a few years, almost 18. When she was 16, her vet told me she had the body of a 6 year old. Pretty cool. She has been there through good times and bad. She loves my Husband and he loves her. That was one of the ways I knew he was a good man. Love me, love my cat.
And now for Freddie Peepers, peeping at us through the French door. When we first met him, he was so thin you could see all his ribs and you could count his spinal vertebrae. My soft hearted man started feeding him. Outside. In return, Freddie Peepers was pretty much responsible for decreasing the mole, vole, groundhog, and chipmunk population on the property. We haven't even had many squirrels! He is a keeper.
Until he started limping. We were afraid we might have to put him down. We worried and fretted until he finally tripped the trap. The vet had him for about 4 hours, his wound was cleaned, he was tested for diseases, all negative. He was neutered (sorry about that, Peepers, but who wants those child support payments anyway?). He was vaccinated and spent the night in one of the sheds. He is so much better now and we are relieved. Love him, Love his cat.