The Cat Who Lived In the Closet
Missy was a cat in need, so we took her in. She was quiet as a whisper. She found a spot in the bedroom closet and even with the door open, it was where she remained. It was her safe place. She had her bed, and cat box, and her food and water, and none of the other kitties were allowed to bother her. Months passed, and still, I had a kitty living in my closet. I got used to it.
Missy was grey, one of four short-haired grey cats I have known in my life. There has actually been something similar in personality about three of them. They were undemanding, unassuming, and very genuine. Maybe it came from being rescued as adults and their desire to blend in.
One day when I got home, Missy was on my bed. She turned and looked at me and meowed a little meow of hello, the first I had heard from her. She had become The Cat Who Lived In My Room. Abandoned was the closet.
In the remaining short years we had with Missy she left my room very few times. I guess that some would think of her as being a tad boring, but I learned important things from her. I learned that feeling safe is absolutely everything to a rescued animal, just having one small corner of the world of their own. In that, they are not so different than people. No matter how adventurous any of us are, we all need a soft place to fall, and sometimes, we find that in the gentle voice of someone, or, wonder of all wonders, in being fully accepted, exactly as we are.
Missy was grey, one of four short-haired grey cats I have known in my life. There has actually been something similar in personality about three of them. They were undemanding, unassuming, and very genuine. Maybe it came from being rescued as adults and their desire to blend in.
One day when I got home, Missy was on my bed. She turned and looked at me and meowed a little meow of hello, the first I had heard from her. She had become The Cat Who Lived In My Room. Abandoned was the closet.
In the remaining short years we had with Missy she left my room very few times. I guess that some would think of her as being a tad boring, but I learned important things from her. I learned that feeling safe is absolutely everything to a rescued animal, just having one small corner of the world of their own. In that, they are not so different than people. No matter how adventurous any of us are, we all need a soft place to fall, and sometimes, we find that in the gentle voice of someone, or, wonder of all wonders, in being fully accepted, exactly as we are.
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