Five and a half years ago, Ron & I moved to this country town because our apartment complex would stop accepting pets after renovating. Our cats, McCartney (15 today) and Spirit (11 today) are our lives, our sons. Promising to help animals more when I had a house: I welcomed young, pregnant Marigold as a foster one month in. Her children – and ours – were born four days later: ANGEL, LOVE (gone a year from heart failure), PETAL, and CONAN. They are the loves of our lives, five years old now and Marigold, six. Two metamorphosed into the happiest family of seven kitties I have ever known and I miss our seventh dearly.
As soon as our kittens were born, I told the shelter they needn’t bother enlisting me to foster. I would keep all of them (and spay all of them of course) right here, where the infants were born. Even Marigold had never entered the shelter but had been driven to a meeting place and given to me after being checked by a veterinarian. I would reinburse that check-up fee and not one of them would ever see a cage. To my shock and stress, instead of leaping at six instant homes; the shelter was reluctant to wipe our family from their “to cage” list. They were never officially with the shelter, could stay together, which is exceptionally rare; and no one would love them more than Ron & I. But because we believe in giving them air and exercise outside, this city shelter fought me.
For two months we had no one over, nor hung photographs in our new home, because we needed desperately to convince these stubborn people we would cherish our cats. I had always wanted a blog. I am a writer. Five years ago, today, I suddenly had something very important to talk about and unload from my soul. Even though I run reading groups, RIEDEL Fascination was always meant for any subject that matters to me. My first article was published five years ago on this day, February 11, 2010! I discussed the sinister feeling, that well-intentioned rules could have deprived five cats from the world’s best Father and Mother, had we not put our feet down and fought. They have the right to go outside: supervised, in daylight.
On the “Ellen DeGeneres Show” today, she ran a humorous segment with videos about how dogs allegedly welcome their people with more enthusiasm than cats. She did not have a video of all of the faces that greet Ron in the window: EVERY DAY THAT HE ARRIVES HOME from work. By the time he opens the door, they are standing upon a ledge, couch edge, and on the floor at his feet. Those at eye level reach up with arms to hug him, tap him with a paw, and meow at him eye to eye. Not all cats are aloof. Our babies have always been excited to show their love for us and are very tactile and chatty.
I love to chat too. Every time you leave me a comment, even better than pressing the “like button”; I feel like it is a present and I am thrilled! I want to be read, I want to start conversations, I am very glad to know you. So to you, subscribed to me and everyone who ever reads my words: thank you! I share my blog’s fifth anniversary with you today. May our words keep flowing and be reciprocated! Yours gratefully in central Canada, Carolyn.