Be My Guest-Everyone Else Has the Best Titles!

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Linda over at Everyone Else Has the Best Titles has graciously offered to do my First Ever Guest Post!  She is sharing a touching story here about a family pet.  I’ve closed the comments here.  Please visit Linda’s blog to leave your comments.  Please enjoy:

Ripley’s Believe It Or Not!

Bill was driving the truck along a dirt road when he spotted him.  He whistled and the kitten came to meet him.  He went to all of the nearby homes to see who might be missing a kitten. No one claimed him. The poor thing was abandoned in the woods and was hungry and thin, but he wasn’t scared.  All I knew was that Bill drove into the driveway with a kitten.  Little did I know that this was the be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

When I saw him, I was speechless.  Bill is always the voice of reason when I want to adopt the entire animal world, but this time he was the one who was smitten…with a kitten!

We named the little guy Ripley after a nearby town and once he was fed and cared for he grew into a lovely healthy kitten.  He was somewhat unusually marked with a white background and tan patches.

At the time, I had a lot of fish tanks.  I was in love with tropical fish and, like I do with most of my interests, I went completely overboard!  I had a lot of tanks.  Bill would pick Ripley up and do what I called The Fish Tank Tour.  The two of them would go from tank to tank so that Ripley could see what was going on in the fishy worlds behind the glass.

Man and cat were inseparable.  Until Ripley disappeared.  It was only about a month after we got him that he went missing.  It was a couple of days after that when we found his body.  He had been struck by a car.  I was so upset and Bill was inconsolable.  There were a lot of tears shed as we buried him.

It was a three-day weekend and we spent it mourning.  It was amazing how attached we had become to that little furball in such a short time.  We spent the rest of the weekend half-heartedly doing chores around the house.  Neither of us felt like doing anything else.  For some reason, I had to go to the basement to get something.  I opened the door and I saw a creature coming up the stairs.  It was Ripley!

I was dreaming.  I had to be dreaming.  I thought I was seeing a ghost.  I was sobbing with happiness and couldn’t believe my eyes.  Bill was upstairs and heard me sobbing. He came running, thinking I must be wrong.  When he saw Ripley, he started crying, too!

It wasn’t a dream.  Ripley came marching up the steps and nuzzled me when I picked him up.  We fed him and sat there in wonder.  How could this be?  We buried him two days before.  I saw the cat we buried!  It was definitely him.  The size and the markings were identical.  Had he come back from the grave?  Bill said, “If this is Ripley, then who the heck did we bury?”

The only explanation we could come up with is that the cat we buried was one of Ripley’s littermates.  That poor thing was never rescued and ended up crossing the busy road and getting hit.  Nothing else made sense.

As the months went by Ripley became a big part of our household.  He was the most friendly cat we’d ever met.  He got along great with our dogs.  We had two other cats at the time and one of them was very mean to Ripley.  From the time Ripley first arrived, Toby made his life miserable every chance he got and Ripley took it all.  He never lashed out, he never complained.  Then Ripley outgrew Toby and the tables turned.  Karma was on Ripley’s side then!

During one of Ripley’s vet visits, it was found that he had a heart murmur that was pretty significant.  The vet said that it was possible that he would grow out of it, but he had the potential to die of a heart attack at any time.  Bill was crestfallen, and so was I.  After all of this, it was possible that we might lose him well before his time.

As it turned out, that was exactly what happened.  A year and a half later, we found him after he had obviously had his heart attack.  There he was, stretched out, with a mouse in his mouth.

Linda’s Bio:

Hey, I’m mainepaperpusher and if you like this story please join me over at Everyone Else Has the Best Titles  My blog is based on humor and you can find stories from my past that are often embarrassing.  I also host a series called Guest in Jest where guest bloggers submit humorous pieces that are published every Friday.  Check out one of those posts and you will find out how to participate.  My followers are also encouraged to submit fun URLs and quotes.  I like it when my blog is a two-way street.  So come on over.  We have a really good time and everyone is welcome!

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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