Monday morning blues.
With fresh snow they choose to snooze.
Dreaming spring might come.
It’s been over a month now since Misty first joined me.
As she’d seen plenty of disappointment in her first four years of life, it was no surprise that trust was a challenge for her. https://quiltofmissingmemories.wordpress.com/2018/02/21/take-a-chance-on-me/
Misty had lived in two different homes previously, and had experienced a couple of long shelter stays as well.
Yet she’s a quite a resilient little girl. Instead of hiding under my tables, she now jumps up into my arms when I open the door after work.
I’ve also found Misty to be clean and neat.
And very sweet.
I’m thinking this third chance at a home has definitely been a charm.
I do know for sure that Misty clearly is.
The sweet gray cat had been in the shelter longer than the rest.
She’d been dismissed by all who walked by, just because she’d been labeled.
That is except for one kind man who was gently scratching her chin as I walked into the cat room.
Though only four years old, Misty had already lived two prior lives according to her records.
And she’d also spent time at this shelter before.
It seems Misty was originally adopted by a family when she was just a kitten. But they brought her back when they moved to an apartment that didn’t allow pets.
Still last year fortunately she did find another home.
Yet Misty was brought back to the shelter once again after her second owners reported she had a “litter box issue.”
“And you know what that means,” the kind man in the cat room said slowly.
‘It’s definitely the kiss of death’ he hinted while shaking his head as he read me the rest of her chart.
“Oh, but she she seems like such a sweet cat,” he added.
I nodded in agreement then joined in on the scratch fest, finding Misty’s sweet spot right behind her little left ear.
I’ve heard litter box issues are one of the most common reasons for surrendering a cat to a shelter.
Though I’ve also heard it’s often used only as an excuse.
More than a few little kittens have been given as gifts to people who never imagined themselves becoming owners of big adult cats, or quite accepting of the fact that felines do require regular care and maintenance.
“Was this the situation with Misty?” I asked one of the workers at the shelter.
“Well, what we do know is she came here right after Christmas and hasn’t had one accident in the six weeks since.”
I had no intentions this year of replacing my hospice cat, Mr. Bojangles, who peacefully left this world back in January.
But I admit I do like to give two legged and four legged friends second chances.
And in some special cases, even a third.
As soon as Misty lifted her head and gave me that ‘take a chance on me’ look, the rest is history.
And though our history’s just three weeks old, I’m happy to report that so far it’s been absolutely purr-fect.
“A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.” – St. Francis of Assisi –
Even one sunbeam is a gift from above in mid January and I was particularly grateful they were present early yesterday morning.
Mr. Bojangles, my hospice cat, was warmed by those same sunbeams as he took his last little breath.
My heart was warmed some as well.
It seems Mr. Bojangles decided to leave on his own terms.
He passed away peacefully while the car was warming up so I could drive him to our vet.
However, Mr. Bojangles earlier days had been anything but cozy, and were laced with many shadows. He had originally come to the shelter as part of an animal cruelty case.
Yet his days in my home appeared to be happy ones for him. He fit right in with the household and immediately claimed his special spot on a desk near a window.
It was just perfect for catching a sunbeam or two, as well as a quick catnap.
Mr. Bojangles passed exactly one month after he came to us from the shelter.
Though his time here was brief, I will always remember the sunny days we spent together and smile.
And I am at peace knowing the shadows in his life are finally gone forever.