Shelter Cats and Redemption

So, just like that, we've "adopted" a colony of 5 feral cats. Adopted?  Not so fast, let me explain. Living on Long Island, with a lot of wooded areas about (yes, there are trees on Long Island,) there are plenty of stray and feral cats in the neighborhood we live in.  A bird sanctuary around the corner I'm sure helps as well.  You know cats and birds after all. I have always noticed several cats that wander our block, occasionally walking into our back yard.  I've even seen one or two stare at me as I get in and out of the car in the driveway, but of course, they always run away when I say anything.  Feral cats hate sarcasm, I guess. This all changed a few weeks ago. As regular readers of my blog know, I work weekends.  I also wake up quite early on weekends to get ready for what are usually long days. A few weeks ago, early one Saturday morning, this cat showed up at our door: Later that day, I put out a small bowl out and filled it with ...

Today, December 9th, is one of the most important dates in the history of my life. On this date, and day, back in 2000, I brought Tyler home from Little Shelter.  Seventeen years.  Just like that.  WHOOSH, it's almost two decades later.   I'm big on commemorating important dates.  Always have.  I've never been one to let important dates go by.  Whether a good event or bad event happened on those dates, I stop and remember.  I reflect.  I reminisce.  Speaking of remembering, let's re-live that very day, shall we?  Here's a re-post of the blog I wrote, describing that very day I brought Tyler home for the first time.   We pick up our story at just the very moment my mother and father met Tyler for the first time, my mother remarking how "serious" Tyler looked....... Saturday, December 9th, 2000 “What does that mean?” I asked my mother.  Serious?  A cat doesn’t smile, they ALWAYS look serio...

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