I’m going to post about something other than pit bulls today. July 5, 2002 my mom took me to my aunt’s mother-in-law’s house to look at a kitten she had found. He was about 2 months old and the cutest thing I had ever seen. He was gray and scared and needed a home. I brought him home and convinced my parents to keep him. My brothers and I named him Indy, short for Independence.
He was my first rescue. I loved playing with him and cuddling with him. He loved strings tied to doors and attacking feet under bed covers. Aside from being a playful kitten, Indy was also afraid of everything. Storms, the vacuum, and new people. He still hasn’t out grown those fears.
Indy is now a lazy, 15-year-old cat. He is so spoiled. I’m so thankful for all of the years I have had with him, and now every day that I continue to have with him. Indy’s favorite things to do are watching birds from windows and taking naps wherever he wants to. (Before anyone says anything about me denying him time outside, he is absolutely terrified of the great outdoors.) As most cats do, he acts eternally ungrateful for me rescuing him, but he loves me in his own special way.
I love having this cat in my life. I don’t know what his life was like before we found him, but I know it is better now. Rescuing him awoke a passion in me. Watching him grow up into a happy, spoiled old kitty made me see why it is so important to rescue.
I know that rescuing isn’t for everyone. I’m not so naïve to think that one day every family will have a rescue pet, but I do believe that every shelter animal deserves a loving home. If you are considering a pet, consider adoption. Consider taking in the stray cat in your neighborhood. Consider taking care of a feral cat colony. Consider adopting a senior pet. Consider adopting the pit bull looking dog that everyone passes up because of a bad reputation.
As I write this, Indy is laying on the end of the bed half asleep. I love this cat so much. He may annoy me sometimes when he wakes me up at 5 in the morning, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 15 years ago today, my life changed when I brought home my best friend.
I hope everyone had a great 4th of July, and I hope your furry friends weren’t too stressed out from the fireworks. Comment below and share your rescue story!