Cats

            The puppies are continuing to grow, every time I see them they look like they doubled. Two of the puppies are spoken for, which makes me excited. Only because I get to have some of the money we earn which is going to be put toward a plane ticket to Hawaii.

            Although I love puppies and all animals of course, I think cats are my favorite. I have had 6 cats total in my lifetime. In order: George, Maggie, Oliver, Oreo, Cuddles, and Larson. I still have the last three, Oreo and Cuddles are at my dad’s house, and Larson is at my mom’s.

     

       Oreo was a full grown cat when she came to us. She sort of just showed up at our house and considered herself at home. Same with Cuddles, she was a baby though, and we think she got hit by something because the side of her head was a little dented in and her right eye was foggy looking. We all felt bad for her and decided after a few days to take her in as our own. My family told me I could call her mine. I call her my retarded little baby, she is so precious. Her favorite thing to do is roll around on shoes, such is a weirdo.

            When we took Cuddles and Oreo to get fixed at the vet, we dropped them off early in the morning and the vet office told us they would call us when they were done. A few hours later we got a call, but it wasn’t the news we were expecting. They told us that Oreo was already fixed. They found out once they cut her open, so we still had to pay of course. Cuddles, when they opened her up there were babies! This wasn’t good though because cuddles was only about 6 months old so she would of died giving birth, so they took the babies out. Not an average day at the vet I would say.

            Oliver was one of my cats that I miss the most. He was so fluffy, laid-back, and friendly. We let out cats go outside whenever they desire. Sometimes they will be gone for a day or so which worries me a lot, but they usually come back. Oliver never came back. I think why it bothers me so much is because I don’t have closure. All of my other animals died so I coped and tried to let it go. I don’t know if someone took Oliver, if he is living in the wilderness, or something bad happened to him. It’s also hard to decide when to stop trying and looking for them. I really hate talking about the sad things in my pet’s lives but it is almost something you have to go over. Maybe writing it out can help too.