Sheri the Cat, Chapter 2

Homecoming

They stuffed me in a cardboard box without any holes for me to see out.  This was very uncomfortable and I like to see where I’m going so I can reference some landmarks in case I get lost in the future.  So, there I was in a box going to my new home.  Andrew carried me and I could hear them talking.  Gary said, “Don’t open that box until we get home, I don’t want that cat going to the bathroom in the car.”

Well, first of all, quit calling me “that cat”, my name is Sheri.  Secondly, I don’t go random to the bathroom.  Any lady worth her kitty litter would never go random.  We don’t mark our territory like male cats, which I think is a disgusting habit.  Male cats…they are so uncivilized.  Most of them should be arrested for vulgar behavior.  I bet I have kittens from Toledo to Largo.  Oh well, now I am rambling.  Finally the car came to a stop.  I was finally starting to relax a little as the conversation in the car was not about eating me or using me for target practice.

Andrew sat me on the kitchen table and opened one end of the box.  I took a quick glance and decided my best bet would be to get to high ground and see where that Lab named Jet was.  I made a quick bolt, and jumped about 6 feet in the air to the kitchen counter.  Wow, I didn’t know I could jump that far.  I sat there for a few seconds and I could hear a big pawed dog cutting across the living room right toward me.  So, in another easy leap I was sitting on top of the refrigerator…safe.

Jet started barking at me insanely.  I just stared her down and told her my name was Sheri and that I have come to live in the house with her, and there would be no trouble from me as long as she didn’t sniff around my personal anatomy.  “Jump down!  I want to give you a dog kiss!” she shouted.  I didn’t want this to get out of hand so I gave her one of my ferocious shouts followed by a shrieking hiss.  Nobody is giving me a dog kiss!

Gary and the boys went out to get me some essentials.  Gary told Andrew to make a list: a litter box with a cover over it, cat litter, cat food and to make an appointment with the vet to get me checked out.  “Okay Sheri, we’ll be back in a few to feed you and get you settled in,” Andrew said.  Food!  Yes, food!  Please get the expensive all-natural blend.  The cheap food gives me heart burn.

I gave Andrew my most forlorn look and an my most pitiful meow of hunger.  That should get the message to him, I thought.  Gary told Michael to lock Jet up in Michael’s bedroom.  Ah, I have some time to check things out, I thought.  When I heard the car leave the driveway jumped to the counter and then to the floor.

Surprisingly, the house was very clean for having a dog and two teenage boys.  I went from room to room exploring and checking out some hiding places for future events and some great sleeping places.  What I need now, is a good meal and a nice quiet place to sleep.  For right now, I think that place will be on top of the refrigerator, as it may take me a couple of days to get it straightened out with that huge dog, Jet, that I am the lady of the house.  Yes, there are no human women living here.  Just a house of all men and a big female lab named Jet.

I dozed off for a while and heard the door open, the boys and Gary were back with my supper.  Gary set up my litter box and Andrew was pouring some food in the new dinner bowl they had purchased for me.  It was so sweet of them, the bowl had little hearts on it.  Andrew picked it out.  As hungry as I was, I decided to wait until everyone was asleep before I would come down to eat.  Everyone went to bed fairly early.  Andrew has his own room and Jet was sleeping with Mike in his room and I could hear Gary snoring.  So, I jumped down to eat and get a drink of water.  I was so thirsty from my day’s ordeal.  Mmmmm…I was happy to see they bought me the expensive food!

I ate until I was full, drank a good amount of water, always listening for that big pawed Jet to come running through the house to smell me, but she slept very soundly.  Still, I thought it would be safer to stay atop the refrigerator.  I kind of like the little vibration it made when the motor went on.  It reminded of my kittens purring when we would all sleep together.  I must have fallen asleep very quickly and spent the rest of the night dreaming of my playful days when I was a kitten.

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Sheri the Cat, Chapter 1

New Family

When they say cats have nine lives, they really mean it.  I got my new owner, Gary, after going through Hurricane Charley, in 2005 off the west coast of Florida.  Have you ever been in a hurricane?  I’ll tell you more about that later.

Actually, it was Gary’s son, Andrew, who picked me out.  After the hurricane, they gathered up all the stray pets from the neighborhood that was blown down from the storm.  They put us in cages and drove us to a safe area about 50 miles north, just outside of Tampa in a town called Largo (not to be confused with the movie).  But, there were no cats in the movie, so I really don’t think the movie was that great.

We were displayed in a makeshift ASPCA shelter at a mall in that town.  Several people came to our cages to look us over.  Talk about a meat market.  I thought I was a goner when a Chinese lady was viewing me.  Just kidding (I hope you like cat humor)!  Well, several people looked at me that day.  When a person that seemed interested in me, but looked mean, or had dogs or other cats, I would pretend I was sick.  Sometimes I would pretend to throw up, just to scare them off.  That always works, nobody wan when they went by I could smell that they already owned a dog.  It was a female Labrador.  A kind gentle scent always accompanied a lab, which matches their friendly personality.  I usually don’t mind them, but sometimes they are a bit too friendly and it gets annoying! 

Andrew had a nice aura about him and I could tell that the dog belonged to Mike.  I heard Andrew say, “Dad, these poor animals need a home, Mike has Jet (that was the Lab’s name) and I would like to have a pet of my own.”  Gary answered, “What would we do with a cat?”   “Oh, I’ll take care of it,” he pleaded to his father. 

I could see that Gary had a kind soul and wanted to make Andrew happy.  So he said, “Okay, pick one out,” trying not to sound too excited.

We were put in a special room, in cages stacked up about 6 feet high.  My cage was at eye level to the humans.  Most of the cats were in a state of shock from the storm.  To tell you the truth, I wasn’t feeling that great myself.  Ever been in a rain storm with 125 mile per hour winds, being blown around like a soccer ball?  I was in need of a good meal; not this dry meow mix they were feeding us.  And this cage was very uncomfortable.  What I needed was a place in front of a window with plenty of sun shine to warm me up.

I could see Andrew looking at every cat, very carefully like he was picking out and engagement ring.  Some of the cats were sleeping in the food dishes, as the bars from the cages were very uncomfortable to lay on.  But I knew this would give the appearance that they had some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder.  So, when Andrew walked by, I gave him my intellectual look.  But, my best trait is playing a little hard to get.  And it worked!  Andrew said, “Dad, I want this one!”  Gary said, “Okay, go get the attendant.”

The young volunteer from the ASPCA came over and they talked about me…very personal stuff.  My previous owners had a computer chip placed in my ear in case I got lost or something.  The young girl said I was spayed, and really, I was okay with that.  I had had my share of kittens and I had to beat the “tom cats” off with a baseball bat.  I guess that’s because I’m so beautiful.  Well, it’s the truth.  I have a perfect body with a beautiful black coat, yellow eyes and a great smile (when I want to show it), that can melt an iceberg.  And, I can walk like a real black panther!

The girl said my name was Sheri and I was 3 years old.  My owners had been notified, but they had already driven to Ohio to avoid the storm and they didn’t t want to drive back just to get me.  Talk about ungrateful!  After all, I gave them the best 3 years of my life.  But you have to realize that being a cat has its ups and downs.  Some humans love us and others would like to kill us…literally!!!  I saw Gary filling out some paperwork and reaching into his pocket for the 35 bucks they charge for adoption (I think that’s what they call it).

Andrew and Michael were really interested in me and when they tried to take me out of the cage, the young girl scolded them, “Not till I get approval from my manager!”  Manager?!  I have never heard of a cat adoption manager.  So, I had to wait a little longer.  “Just get me out of here,” I was saying to myself.  It seemed like an hour but I think it was only 10 more minutes and they were my new owners.  In a few minutes I’d be in my new digs, giving out orders to that Black Labrador, Jet.

 

Sheri

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