When I was living at my old house share with nine room mates I noticed a cat hanging around as well as Luke the jack rabbit. This cat was super friendly and I sat out on the porch petting it. It was a grey and white fluffy cat. However whilst I was petting it I noticed an open wound on it’s neck. It looked like a bite mark and I began to worry about the poor thing. He didn’t have a collar or anything to say where he came from. I sat there for a moment debating whether or not I should take him to the vets. It was injured and if it happened to be a stray that wound could get infected. After a time I decided ‘yes I should take him’ and off I went to find a box.
The only box I could find was one where the lid didn’t close on its own. I caught the cat and got him to my car. Unfortunately he kept jumping out the box and I kept having to re catch him. There was no one around to help me keep the lid closed and after several tries I had to let the cat go. I didn’t want to but he just kept escaping, if there was someone around to help me keep the lid closed it would be a different story. So anyway off he went….
I didn’t see the cat again for several months and I kept wondering how he was doing and if he had a home. After about 4 months or so I saw the cat again. I took my chance and ran to him. I checked his neck and to my happiness found his neck had completely healed and he was ok. Maybe he had a home after all and the owners took him. I said goodbye to the cat and off he went on his merry way.
The cat in this photo is not the one I tried to help but he looks an awful lot like him. So glad that other cat was ok and northing bad happened to him. :-)!
I lived in Millwooods for just over a year. The place had two lovely dogs. One called Stella and the other Pogi. Stella was a Labrador and Pogi a boxer puppy. Now because Pogi was only a puppy he got up to all sorts of naughty things like chewing people’s shoes and digging holes in the back yard. I once bought a six pack of chocolate muffins and when I came home I found they were all gone. Pogi had somehow snuck into the room and raided the cupboard. How he wasn’t sick later I’ll never know. He loved to cuddle, going for a run and was a very high energy dog. But if there is one thing that I’ll remember about Pogi it is this sweet story :-
I really like the show ‘The Walking Dead’ and I get deeply involved in the storyline and the characters. Pogi was lying on the couch next to me and a scene came up where Carol had to shoot a young girl who was going slightly crazy. This was not an easy thing to do and the girl wasn’t even a walker. I was engrossed throughout the whole thing and when the young girl was shot dead I cried. Pogi raised his head straight away from his sleepiness when he sensed I was upset. He then put his cute face up to mine and licked my tears away. He then lay on my lap and I hugged him as he licked me more. Pogi made me feel better. It just goes to show how fantastic pets can be when you’re feeling sad. They’ll be there for you no matter what!
He was really great with my landlord’s son too and used to play with him. Stella was such a wonderful dog too, I loved her so much but she behaved more than Pogi. He got out of the yard a few times too with Stella in tow. They always caught Stella first and had to run around the block after Pogi.
I also danced around my rented room to a song and Pogi joined in loving every moment of it. He was certainly a very memorable dog!
A pet will never hate you, it will love you no matter what you do to it. Please treasure your pets.
When I was 6 years old my family and I decided to get a new kitten. We all wanted a pet apart from my dad but eventually he gave into the idea. So my mum went out and got a ginger tom kitten who was the last one in the litter for sale. She brought him home and my sister Laura and I had the task of naming him. I wanted to him Tigger from ‘Winne the Pooh’ so the name stuck. We were all happy with the new member of our family and I couldn’t stop hugging the little cutie.
After having all of his vaccinations he was allowed to go outside. We’d installed a cat flap for him and when he got the hang of it he could go in and out as he pleased. My parents discovered that like most cats he was quite the explorer. He kept getting into the garden shed and hiding in the garage. However one day his exploring got the best of him and he got stuck up a tree. This tree was very tall and in our back garden. He sat up there crying for help and that’s when Laura and I heard him. We were playing ball in the garden when we heard our little kitten mewing so we dropped the game and tried to look for him. We couldn’t figure out where he was and then we looked up the tree.
“Let’s get mummy and daddy quickly. He’s stuck up there,” Laura said and we rushed inside to get them.
When my parents came out with us they scratched their heads thoughtfully as they tried to figure out how they were going to get helpless Tigger down again. Eventually dad said,
“Oh I’ll climb up and get him. I mean it’s the only way.” So he grabbed the tree branches and started climbing. We all shouted encouragement as he got closer and closer to stuck Tigger. He reached out to the little kitten to take him to safety when all of a sudden clever Tigger ran down all the branches he’d just climbed. He moved like lighting and before we knew it he was safe on firm ground again. Unfortunately our dad was far from safe.
“Oh great now I’m stuck up here!!” Then he shouted, “Help, help!” My mum scooped up Tigger and hugged him closely. We were all so busy fussing over tiny Tigger that we forgot about our heroic father.
Thankfully dad did manage to get down from the tree but with much difficulty. The tree lashed at his back and when he was back on the ground he was badly cut.
“Thank you daddy,” Laura and I both said.
“That’s the last time I climb up after that cat!” He shouted and went inside to bath his back. We all followed him and that was the end of an eventfully day.
For years after that dad brought it up from time to time that we’d forgotten about him up the tree. It became a well known family story but now even he laughs at it. Tigger was with us for 17 years and lived a ripe old age. After he passed away my parents got a new cat called Archie. He is still up and bounding around today.