My cat Harry (aka Butthead) was literally dumped in my hands at a farmer's market; couple of young women walked by the booth I was helping at with a tiny six-week-old kitten, I asked for pets, and they dumped him on me with the sob story that he'd been dumped on them and they were flying home the next day and would I take him? I had been told explicitly, NO MORE CATS (we were up to I think four at the time). I told myself that we'd just foster him while we found him a home; that delusion lasted until Bev and Alan saw him. I still miss him.
Harry at 6 weeks
Harry at 17 years
Originally Posted by
rekmeyata
What's odd, is that both cats and dogs, if you're alert to them, chose the person they want to be their parents. We get all of our dogs from pounds and shelters, our first dog, and this is when I learned this, we went to several pounds and interacted with several dogs, none of them really could care less if we were there...except one, as we were leaving the cage area, one dog jumped up on the screen whining at us, the others could care less, my wife and I looked at each other and both of us learned that dog wanted to go home with us, so he did. After that experience, every time we go to find a dog, we let the dog chose us, and everytime we have been rewarded with a great dog.
When I was kid we got stray cats, they chose our home, and once my parents allowed the cat to stay, it was our cat from then on, they never ran off. Stray cats are very skittish, but for some reason they might find the right person, and won't be skittish to that person, and that probably happened to you NoGlider, that cat chose you.