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Actually, it IS a big deal. The Nashville Cat showed up on my doorstep one fine summer day perhaps twelve years or more ago. At first I tried to ignore the fuzzy little meow machine that kept staring at me every time I opened the door. That didn't seem to work. She didn't go away. Persistent little mini-monster, she!
She must have known that deep down I was a world class softie. I took pity. I picked her up, petted her, and put a bowl of milk on the front step. She drank the milk, wrapped herself around my legs, and began purring twice as loud as before.
I was doomed. This little creature that had appeared from nowhere had sunk her sharp little claws into my heart. She had a home and she knew it. I didn't even have to pick her up and carry her across the threshold- she detached herself from my legs, walked into her new home, and twitched her tail at me in thanks.
She's stayed loyal to me all these years. We've moved more than a few times, and she's taken it all in stride. She's in control of her domain, and if that domain changes from time to time it's cool with her. As long as I keep the tuna fish and chicken coming, we don't have a problem.
Mostly, though, I feed her canned food. She's picky- what she loves one day she turns her nose up at the next. I have to buy a great variety, and that means more than one brand. I can't begin to calculate how much money I've wasted on uneaten cat food- once the tail goes up, that's it. It will NOT be touched.
A couple months ago she began losing weight, and her fur lost its gloss. She began hurling her food a few minutes after eating it, and she began licking sores onto her back and haunches.
Now I know why.
I hope this is reversible. I hope I can feed her the right food, and I hope she gets better. She's not an old cat yet, and she trusts me to do right by her. I've tried, but what can ya do when everything you feed her has poison in it?
They're NOT just cats. They're NOT just dogs. They're friends. They're companions. They're playmates. They're confidants. They're funny, beautiful, agile, intelligent, amazing creatures. They're as good for our health as we are for theirs.
Do you honestly believe it's an accident we are able to so easily and completely bond with these animals? Do you really believe it's a meaningless mistake of nature that lets us instinctively communicate with them, and them with us? Do you actually believe this great tie between man and beast is not meant to be?
No, I don't either. I DO know they're NOT just dogs and cats. They're our FRIENDS. And they deserve the best we can give them. From now on I know The Nashville Cat will get unpoisoned food. She's worth it.
As are they all.
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