Sometimes nice things happen when you don't expect them but want them, and that's the best. I have been feeling a little bereft lately of creatures. Sure, I've made do with my bird feeder and the squirrels, but a couple of nights ago, I was telling guests how I missed my cats, Bean and Peanut. I've written about them on this blog, and I've also written about how I think it's cruel to get a pet when one is absent often from the home. Our next door neighbor has a lab she leaves outside when she works, and he howled and barked for hours until I complained. Now he's on drugs, staring at me with his sad yellow eyes.
Why have a pet if that's the result?
In any case, I was jonsing for animal contact when Poppy came to visit. Poppy is a strange skinny little Tortoise-shell cat with a fetching red collar with a heart tag that reads: Poppy. Poppy is taken care of very well, flea-less, groomed, happy. I met Poppy a few weeks ago, and I was hoping she would come back and yesterday, she showed up twice: in the morning and night. She comes to the front deck and sort of parades. Really, I think she is waiting for birds to land on the bird bath. But I pretend she's waiting for me to come outside and give her a talk and touch fest.
Poppy likes to be held, and I tell her how lucky she is to have such a good home. One of my neighbors (address on the tag!) loves Poppy well, and they would likely be a bit miffed that I was involved with their animal at all. But Poppy has plans every day, that seem to include to search for wildlife.
All I needed was that little catness in my life, and I feel better. I don't have the fur and hair balls and poo concerns. I don't have to worry about leaving her alone in the heat or cold. If Poppy could come to visit once a week, I might be able to make do without a cat for a long time.
There are those nice surprises in life, and sometimes they show up in small packages, like Poppy.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org