I started feeding stray cats. One mother cat left four kittens in my garage. She just left them with obviously no intention of coming back. We took them to a vet. One had pneumonia and was not expected to make it through the night. But with a shot and a heating pad at night, our Runtie Poo made it through. Our Blossom Boo, Bugs-a-Roo, and My-a-Moo were healthy. That was 2009 and now here it is 2017. They remain indoor cats. Each one has a different personality. I love all four, but there's always that one that shows an unforgettable personality. Here now is my story about my diluted calico cat, my My-a-Moo.
I knew from the start My-a-Moo was showing love toward me. They say a cat picks it's owner and sure enough she did. I can't sit down without this cat finding me and attaching herself to me like a security blanket. The cat loves me and I do her. Recently, I had surgery which meant a long stint in the hospital. My son reported to me that My-a-Moo missed me. Upon return home, My-a-Moo could not stay off me. It was up to my neck she came. She was not giving up. She meant to be by my side. I figured out ways to keep her from my surgical area. Now she comes to me in the daytime. This less often. But at night she is by my side up around my neck where I frequently rub her and talk to her. I love her! Obviously, she loves me too. I will certainly miss her when she is gone. If I go first, she will be taken care of. The family members know this.
It is obvious to me that I missed out a lot those earlier years. But then again, it is never too late to teach an old dog new tricks. I do love, with all my heart, My-a-Moo. And to all of those non-pet lovers out there, it's not too late to find, "A True Love."
