Hi guys and gals.
I thought it might be interesting to know how we got into cats, so this is my "short story" of what brought me into the cat world, share yours.
It was long time ago when I was 11 or maybe 12, my 6 y o brother and my mother had been feeding this semi feral adult cat that used to visit our home on regular basis, as he was fed by my brother and mother he didn´t leave.
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My brother used to be attached to that cat, I on the other hand didn’t like him because I had a wrong approach to cats: I used to think of them as dirty creatures that like to dwell on streets and I thought it was disgusting that dirty little creep lying down on our furniture so I used to be mean to that cat: Sometimes I used to kick him, some other times I used to throw water on him to make him go but he kept coming, to tell true it was a gentle cat and was very kind to my 6 y o brother, they both showed some love to each other, while I was a pain in the ass to the poor little fellow. Somehow deep inside I was able to see kindness in the eyes of that animal. but I was a picky kid and I used to find him dirty and disgusting, after all he was semi feral.
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Days went on and on as the cat kept on coming to our house and as I kept on behaving rude to him until it was when this day that I was getting back home from school I was able to see the cat lying down on the street just in front of our house, as it was a sunny afternoon I thought cat must have been taking some sun but I was surprised to see he was already dead by the time I got near him, probably some mean neighbor (meanner than me of course) poisoned the poor cat.
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I guess I should have been happy because that “dirty little creeper” would at last stop coming home to get our furniture dirty, nonetheless on the other hand I felt sad and from that moment I stated thinking about the way I used to behave to that poor kitty and my heat got full of remorse and sadness because eventhough I had been keeping mean to that cat, one day I was able to see the love that cat and my 6 y o brother had for each other, the way they used to look at each other and the kindess they both showed to each other: The love and warmth of that little soul had at last, touched my heart, but it was too late for kitty was dead and I was full of regret.
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I donno but maybe the misson of that lonely soul was to make me become a better kid and a better man because from that time I started to behave better to cats to the point I was able to develope a very strong connection to our next cat, a domestic grey cat that I named Morito.
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Now a days I got two cats for my 10 y o kid, a Birman and a Russian blue, the ones some of you already know, Horatio and Seraph and we at home love them very much.
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But even now a days that I am 47, I remember that cat I used to be mean to with remorse and sadness, I wished I could take that little and loyal kitty between my arms and ask him to forgive the mistreatments he got from me and to thank him for loving my little brother so much and for teaching me how to love cats.
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Thanks for reading this strory I thought this would be the adecuate place to share it because I know you guys and gals are people who have been touched by the warmth and love of those little angels in cat shapes.
I thought it might be interesting to know how we got into cats, so this is my "short story" of what brought me into the cat world, share yours.
It was long time ago when I was 11 or maybe 12, my 6 y o brother and my mother had been feeding this semi feral adult cat that used to visit our home on regular basis, as he was fed by my brother and mother he didn´t leave.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
My brother used to be attached to that cat, I on the other hand didn’t like him because I had a wrong approach to cats: I used to think of them as dirty creatures that like to dwell on streets and I thought it was disgusting that dirty little creep lying down on our furniture so I used to be mean to that cat: Sometimes I used to kick him, some other times I used to throw water on him to make him go but he kept coming, to tell true it was a gentle cat and was very kind to my 6 y o brother, they both showed some love to each other, while I was a pain in the ass to the poor little fellow. Somehow deep inside I was able to see kindness in the eyes of that animal. but I was a picky kid and I used to find him dirty and disgusting, after all he was semi feral.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
Days went on and on as the cat kept on coming to our house and as I kept on behaving rude to him until it was when this day that I was getting back home from school I was able to see the cat lying down on the street just in front of our house, as it was a sunny afternoon I thought cat must have been taking some sun but I was surprised to see he was already dead by the time I got near him, probably some mean neighbor (meanner than me of course) poisoned the poor cat.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
I guess I should have been happy because that “dirty little creeper” would at last stop coming home to get our furniture dirty, nonetheless on the other hand I felt sad and from that moment I stated thinking about the way I used to behave to that poor kitty and my heat got full of remorse and sadness because eventhough I had been keeping mean to that cat, one day I was able to see the love that cat and my 6 y o brother had for each other, the way they used to look at each other and the kindess they both showed to each other: The love and warmth of that little soul had at last, touched my heart, but it was too late for kitty was dead and I was full of regret.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
I donno but maybe the misson of that lonely soul was to make me become a better kid and a better man because from that time I started to behave better to cats to the point I was able to develope a very strong connection to our next cat, a domestic grey cat that I named Morito.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
Now a days I got two cats for my 10 y o kid, a Birman and a Russian blue, the ones some of you already know, Horatio and Seraph and we at home love them very much.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
But even now a days that I am 47, I remember that cat I used to be mean to with remorse and sadness, I wished I could take that little and loyal kitty between my arms and ask him to forgive the mistreatments he got from me and to thank him for loving my little brother so much and for teaching me how to love cats.
[if !supportEmptyParas] [endif]
Thanks for reading this strory I thought this would be the adecuate place to share it because I know you guys and gals are people who have been touched by the warmth and love of those little angels in cat shapes.