About a year and a half ago, I gave away a cat I had to a couple I worked with. They had a cat and a dog, and wanted another cat. This cat was the offspring of one of the cats I was babysitting for a friend after a fire in her apartment. Two of my friends lived in the building, across the hall from each other, and I was watching three cats for them. One of them was a female cat, Jake.
This morning, one of my former coworkers (I dont work with them anymore) calls my work and I wasnt there, but gives his number to my asst manager and wants me to call him. Said he had a housefire and lost their cats. One had been found under the bed, and another under the blankets.
This is the fourth fire poor jake has been in!
While my former coworkers owned Jake, they had had 3 fires, including the one that killed her. She lived through 3 fires, and her luck ran out. I still can't believe it. I had to go into the office at work and I started to cry.
Poor Jake
This morning, one of my former coworkers (I dont work with them anymore) calls my work and I wasnt there, but gives his number to my asst manager and wants me to call him. Said he had a housefire and lost their cats. One had been found under the bed, and another under the blankets.
This is the fourth fire poor jake has been in!
While my former coworkers owned Jake, they had had 3 fires, including the one that killed her. She lived through 3 fires, and her luck ran out. I still can't believe it. I had to go into the office at work and I started to cry.
Poor Jake
