Pets add so much that’s positive to our lives. We can take care of them, and they give back lots of love and even sometimes protection. They add peacefulness and contentment to our lives when we pet them, cuddle them, and talk to them.
I have 2 male orange cats (a marmalade Pedro & a darker Tiger), 1 female black cat (Tabitha aka Tabby), 1 large black lab (Buck), and temporarily 1 white Yorkie-Bishon grand-dog (Annabelle). I have lots of stories to tell about them and want to introduce them individually. But, I will tell now that we got all the cats on June 10, 2010, when Tiger and Tabitha were about 5 weeks old (had been outside and wild) and Pedro was about 10 days old. So, they’re about 4-1/2 years old. Tabitha’s hair is very silky and soft. Pedro’s hair is soft. Tiger’s hair is thicker and more coarse. Buck is 6 years old and Annabelle is 8.
Today my narrative is about Tabitha.
She has always been the skiddish one. She didn’t want much petting until during the last two years, since we moved to the country. There was a lot of back and forth between the city and the country while we were clearing land. Sometimes we would take them in the car with us and sometimes they would be left inside for 3 or 4 days at a time. She got more clingy. Bless her heart! Always whenever there is any company in the house, she goes under our bed and no one ever sees her. In the last couple of years she has started sleeping in our bed, mostly cuddled up next to me, and she will sit in our lap occasionally now and enjoys being petted.
This is the story I want to tell about her today, and I wish I could get a picture of this. Background first…since we moved our mobile home from the city to here in the country in September, 2013, it was not completely and permanently skirted until this past November, 2014. Until November, Tabitha spent a lot of every day under the mobile home. We’re not sure what she was doing but probably mostly sleeping. We would occasionally see her roaming around out in the yard and sometimes stalking a mouse, etc. On the day hubby (with me as assistant) finished the skirting and closed the last of 3 access doors, Tabitha was pitiful. For several days when she would go outside (they stay inside at night) she would run and walk around and around the house looking for a way in. I felt so sorry for her but knew she’d get used to it. Then for several weeks she spent most of her time inside. I guess that was decided somewhat on what the weather was like — it’s so changeable this time of year in Mississippi. At first, Hubby had something propped against one of the access doors that didn’t close very tightly, and she got in. He screwed that one shut. He has bought some door latches to put on them but hasn’t done it yet.
So, this morning he saw her hook a claw in another one of the doors on the other side of the mobile home, where the door was closed good, and pull on it until, after several tries, she was able to get her head between it and the side. As far as I know, she’s still under there. I’ll check on her later, but hubby says he’s sure she can get out. He said, “I guess I need to put the latches on the doors.” She is a persistent little one – I’ll say that for her. Bless her heart!
Love her so much!!