Sunday, October 25, 2015
I am Sabrina
12:02 PM | 
Posted by
Bruny Hudson |
By Sabrina Hudson
It’s been two months since Hobo and Wylie offered me a
permanent place in their home. A few days ago, Hobo told me it’s time for me to
introduce myself to his blog readers, now that I have become adapted to my new
family after a rather bumpy start.
Here, I sit gloating out of harm's way on the windowsill,
looking through the window toward whence I came, the streets. But I wasn’t born
a street cat. I’m much too fearless, daring and reckless, and I love people and
dogs. Not so much other cats, which almost got me into deep trouble with my new
mom who abhors fights among siblings. No doubt about it, I was the aggressor.
Luckily, my kitty brother Thomas had a serious talk with me one night when
nobody was listening, and he set me on the right path. I must say that guy is sooo
patient, determined and laid-back, and he never gives up. Now, I even play with
him once in a while. I still have some hang-ups about making friends with
Tiger, my other kitty brother with whom I share the living quarters. But don’t
let me get started on Pogo, my cat sister, who resides on the porch. I’d better
leave that gripe for another post.
Since I moved into my new home, I’ve gained quite a bit of weight
and look more and more like a little princess. Before, I was so skinny and
scrawny looking that everybody thought I was a young kitten, but the vet Mom
and Dad took me to right away said I was almost 2 years old. Mom and Dad would
have found out by themselves that I was at least a teenager the moment they
tried to give me medicine the vet had prescribed for an infection I had. I
refused to take it, and despite having been frail, I growled and fought like a
lion.
After I stopped wasting my energy attacking my kitty
siblings, I discovered a new passion: playing. I like to play with tennis
balls, toys, teasers, scratching boxes and scratching pads and my doggy
brothers’ tails. Hobo and Wylie are good sports about it, and Hobo jumps so
nicely in the air when I catch his tail, only to wag it again and have me bat
at it. Wylie just lets me play with his tail and then walks away when he has
enough of my antics.
I’m sure happy and grateful that Hobo and Wylie found me on
their daily evening walks. But who wouldn’t have heard me talking and talking
about meeting a guardian angel and wanting to have a safe home as I was running
along the fence? Humans. They thought I was just a big talker, and while they
provided me with some food and water outside the house I used to hang out at,
they didn’t understand that I desperately needed help and shelter and wouldn’t
survive much longer on the streets. Hobo and Wylie caught on to my pleadings right
away, and they convinced their parents to adopt me.
I’d better close now. Hobo just told me to wind it up. For
quite some time, he had planned writing about me himself, but he’s just too
busy dictating his third book to Mom and supervising Dad with repairs around
the house. He said my story is getting far too long and that blog posts have to
be short. But this is all new to me, and I’m still learning, learning a lot of
things. So, I’ll try to be more concise with my next story. That is if Hobo
allows me to post again, and I’m sure he will.
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3 comments:
Sabrina it is wonderful to hear that you have fit in so well. Put your fighting paws away for a while. You are in a place of peace now. Hobo is a very wise dog and he knows a good cat when he sees one. You have earned your spot my friend. Now enjoy it.
Sabrina it is wonderful to hear that you have fit in so well. Put your fighting paws away for a while. You are in a place of peace now. Hobo is a very wise dog and he knows a good cat when he sees one. You have earned your spot my friend. Now enjoy it.
Oh Sabrina, you are such a pretty girl and I am so glad all is ging well with you!
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