Ouch! Dang, get your claws outta me! That hurts, Alice! Get off me, Morgan! Ginger, don’t do it! Okay, I love all my cats, too!
I have a collection of rescue animals. Rufus, my golden Retriever, was a beat up hobo when he came to me. Skinny, half starved, wounded and scared, I directed him to my backyard to protect him from traffic. I cleaned him up, fed and watered him and he has been with me now for almost three years. No one claimed him, so I now I am his.
The world-famous Cocker, Cookie, was given to us because she had been abused and couldn’t get along with others.
Morgan, my Tabby Cat, was left on our porch by her feral mother, along with a brother and sister. She adopted me.
Alice and Ginger, my goofy twin kitties, were given to us by some folks that couldn’t care for them. Now, they call me “Daddy.”
I also have four tiny little ones. Being the procrastinator that I am, I waited too long to get Ginger and Alice fixed. About ten weeks ago, there was a break-in at my house. Two neighborhood thugs broke into my house through a screen. I woke up in the morning to find two alley cats in my house.
And Alice got pregnant.
Cookie follows me around, always afraid that I will leave her. Ginger likes to lay upside down in the window, soaking up the sun. Morgan likes to lick my nose, for whatever reason. Alice generally sleeps on the pillow next to me, while Rufus hogs half of my bed.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t change a thing. My goofy collection of degenerate rescue animals gives me great pleasure. They love me, unconditionally, and I love them the same way.
Pets are our connection to our better sides. It’s difficult to discuss politics with furry little animals that only care to love and be loved. There is no racial prejudice or partisan hatred in our pets.
Our pets are better people than most people.
Tell us all about your pets – where did they come from and what stories to you have to share?
William Stephenson Clark
PrairiePopulistsAndProgressives.net 