When I got Lucky...I really did...so "Happy National Pet Day" pretty girl! I got Lucky four years ago at Oregon Humane Society when she was two years old. Her previous mom was an elderly lady who was going into assisted living and couldn't take a pet. On Lucky's adoption papers the lady lovingly wrote about Lucky, her food tastes, her good health, her shyness...and at the end wrote: "please don't put Lucky to sleep". I wished I could've contacted the lady to let her know that wasn't going to happen...I adopted Lucky the 2nd day she was at OHS. The people at OHS asked me the line of questions that they need to ask of adoptive parents before they handed me her paw, and the last one was "What would make you bring Lucky back?" I just starred and said..."Nothing!" Lucky has developed from a shy girl that used to hide and run when visitors came over, into a not so shy girl, who waits for a bit when they come over but then shows up and often jumps on their lap. She can be feisty, but in the end is a big "love bug"...in fact, that's her middle name, added onto the one she came with (which I thought was cute). So...Happy Pet Day...to all the pets...especially YOURS!
I've had dogs and love them too, but sometimes circumstances make cats a better pet for me. Below are some pictures from my previous cats who have crossed over the "Rainbow Bridge".
Meet Sweetie...also from OHS. She LOVED sleeping in bags & had blue, crossed eyes. I adopted her when she was 7, and her original name was Kiki...which didn't fit her personality...Sweetie did!
This is Dante...my first "very own" cat. I rescued him as a kitten at a party where mean guys were throwing him like a football. I grabbed him and said, "He's mine...don't touch him!" He moved with me from Portland to L.A. in the 80's. EVERYONE loved him...especially me. He didn't actually like Gran Marnier or Patsy Cline for that matter, but his random napping place was too good to resist for a picture.