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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
Elliot
It was the kind of book store everyone imagines when they think of an Independent book seller. The same kind of quaint mom and pop feeling in You've Got Mail but bigger. Shelves handcrafted by the local carpenter holding the sectioned books in categories and alphabetized by title in some areas then switching to author in others; vintage tables with curvy carved legs holding stacks and stacks of coffee table books and bestsellers and featured items or remainders. The second floor was filled with soft leather couches and comfy chairs inviting you to not just linger....but read.
By PK Brannon5 years ago in Petlife
A Tail of Two Office Managers
During my day job, I have a human manager. But at night, for my preferred job of Aspiring Author, I have two managers, both of the feline variety. When I adopted Frodo and Pepsi as litter mates, I assumed that I would be the manager of their lives. But I was clearly mistaken, for even as wee babes, they were the ones who were managing me. For hours, they requested my constant facilitation of playtime. This usually involved a wand toy and a tunnel, and they would persist in so far as even dragging the wand to me at all hours of the day and night. Today, this still remains a task that they require daily.
By LJ Pollard 5 years ago in Petlife
How My Kitten Became My Best "Coworker" and Made Me Happy in the Process (with 50+ Pictures)
Chelsea appeared in my life unexpectedly - well, almost unexpectedly. I had unwelcome guests squatting at my apartment for a few months, and I needed someone to get rid of them. I'm talking about mice if that wasn't clear. Do you know how upsetting it is when you're a clean person who sorts food waste and recycling, and you still get rodents? Thank Godness it was only a few of them, and they made appearances rarely; having that said, I'm terrified of mice, and they turned my life into a living Hell.
By Joanna Henderson5 years ago in Petlife
Whats in a Name?
In the midst of a blustering October, I felt myself drawn to the website of the local animal shelter. Typically, I can’t bear to scroll through without the intent to adopt. But this particular day something pulled at me to visit the website. I jumped online and found myself on the adoptable cats page. Although I already had my wonderful tom cat, Cricket, a voice inside whispered that I needed something more. I scrolled through the many adoptable pets that tugged at my heart strings until I landed upon an old and grey cat. “Sir Meows a Lot” it said. His big glowing eyes looked deep into mine and I knew I was hooked.
By Sydney Lee Jones5 years ago in Petlife
The Stella Glow Up: An Adoption Love Story; EmPAWee Of The Month, Every Month
A little background as to how Stella and I met: I was fortunate enough to grow up with a family dog, and while a dog may be man's best friend, to an only child, they can sort of eventually feel like a furry little sibling.
By Sara Thomas5 years ago in Petlife
The Gift of Our Co-worker
April 16, 2017 Easter Sunday, this was the day my dad passed and all I could do was stand there and watch. He had come home from the hospital and was placed into hospice after battling with COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) and memory loss. A man of old, my father had always been strong and protective, a leader, my hero; how fragile he seemed laying there taking his last labored breaths.
By Yolanda Olivia Anderson5 years ago in Petlife
The Many Modes of My Art Studio Cat Assistants
My art studio is small and well used. It is just a little converted bedroom with an open walk in closet in the back of my home. One floor to ceiling window looks out on a pocket of a wooded forest with a little lake that I can see through a pattern of oak and pine trees. Occasionally a turkey or small herd of deer will walk past my window. Out of this wooded forest is where all of my art studio cat assistants have come from. They all showed up meowing, hungry, thirsty, and sometimes pregnant and needing a trip to the vet.
By Cameron Hampton5 years ago in Petlife
Kovu The Great
I am a large, black Norwegian Forest Cat. My name is Kovu The Great, My hoomans just call me Kovu. And I am a bully. I had a rough start in life. When I was found outside I was malnourished and had a serious respiratory condition. I was so sick I almost died, so my sweet mama spoiled me endlessly. I was so spoiled that I could do no wrong, even when I picked on my poor sister Tootsie. Tootsie was cute and small and had no tail. I couldn’t stand it when she got attention. So I bullied her. And I never got punished.
By Anna Konopka5 years ago in Petlife
My Work Buddy - Imja
Work can be a source of extreme stress for many, and when I went into a call center job in the middle of a pandemic, spending over ten hours a day at a desk in my small corner bedroom, with a multitude of medical diagnosis, it definitely became a source of stress for me. If I were left to face it alone, I don't know what I would have done - but, luckily for me, my stress relief came in the form of a bundle of black fur with four paws and a purr that fills you with warmth. Her name is Imja.
By Raquel Chandler5 years ago in Petlife
Paging Dr. Morgan
Have you ever experienced love at first sight? I have. At 18 years old, I fell in love with a coworker immediately after I first laid eyes upon him. He was absolutely beautiful! He was 17 years old when I met him and he swooned me immediately with his gorgeous blue eyes, soft white hair with specks of black in it, and warm personality. He is rather tall and very vocal, always demanding attention in complete contrast to my introverted self who prefers staying in the background. He is Morgan: the coolest cat around.
By Sarah Michele Gianelli5 years ago in Petlife
