After our vacation was over, we brought
Goldie home where she adjusted quite well. The vet had completely removed her
tail and it healed quickly. People would, and still do, come to our house and
simply assume she is a bob tailed cat. We will never know how she came to be
under the hedge in our front yard. We wondered for the longest time if someone
had simply dropped her off in our yard, knowing that we are animal lovers and
would take her in. We asked the vet what could have happened to her tail and
she didn’t know. She said maybe she got
it caught in a fence or something. Years
later, it occurred to me that perhaps Little Goldie had hitched a ride under
the hood of my husband’s car from his workplace; that could better explain the
damage to her tail. It’s pretty commonplace for kittens to climb under cars out
of curiosity or a desire to get warm.
The kitten, who was once frightened by our
big dog Abby, became friends with the dog. Every time she sees her, she rubs up
against her in greeting. Sometimes they will lie together. Goldie truly became Adam’s cat and still
sleeps on the end of his bed every night. The name Goldie really does seem to
fit her. We love to tell the story of
how she came to us, but when Adam was still just three, he added something to
the story. I overheard him telling my sister-in-law how Goldie used to be a
boy. “Really,” she asked? She used to be
a boy?”
“Yes,”
Adam replied. She used to be a boy, but
then they cut her tail off at the vet and now she is a girl.”
Adam is older now and would probably be a
little embarrassed by this part of the story! In fact, I just read this to him
and his face turned bright red! I thought it was so funny at the time he said
it, though. I did not correct him. I was just proud to be the mother of a boy
who thought things through. A good
imagination can go a long way.
THE
END
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