This is my dream come true. I love animals, have three of my own. I have a wealth of stories and a lot of knowledge and advice. Pay is up to you, I have paypal and your per work amounts are fine with me. I am attaching a short story below.
Gussie
Gus was a male striped gray tabby. He was mischievous at birth. I was in my early twenties when my girlfriend and I picked him up from a pet store. He traveled with me very where I went. He went to my parent’s house, or to a friend’s overnight or for just a quick visit. When he was a very small kitten, I was driving an old Chevy Nova. It did not have any handles to open the door. My Dad had rigged up some coarse rope to pull the door shut. It was hard to close completely. I turned out of a driveway and there was Gus hanging on to the swinging door as it fell open. This cat truly had many lives. He was loving and friendly greeting people, but other animals were his foe. He was the friendliest to people who did not care for him too much. He was also very independent,
He was an outdoor cat living in an indoor body. I lived in apartments most of those years. Every time a door was cracked he was right there to fly out and discover new adventures. I spent many a night looking and waiting for Gus to come home. I was at my mother’s house visiting overnight and Gus got out on us. My mother by the way, thinks all dogs are he’s and all cats’ are she’s. He was still very young when this occurred and I worried, probably, obsessively about him. We drove around he neighborhood calling out his name. We put some food in a saucer on the front step. I swear every cat in the neighborhood came by, but not Gus. I spent an uncomfortable night on the coach near the door so I could hear him if he came home. When we awoke the next morning he was on the front step. I did not grow up with animals so he really meant a lot to me. He definitely was not just a cat.
In one of my living spaces, I allowed him to go out on the deck. The railings were too thin for him to slip through so I thought he was safe. However, he got in the habit of jumping up to the windowsill ledge and would shuffle over to the neighbor’s deck. Do you think he would come back the same way? I would plead and beg and bribe with food and he would stubbornly sit there until the neighbor came home “Hey, your cat’s at my house again”. On one occasion when he was on the neighbors deck he jumped down to the awing above the doorway of the apartment. I was in a hurry to get to work of course. I had to have the fire department come and get him down.
He was stubborn. One of his antics at my parents home was that he climbed above the cupboards to my mother’s horror. Cat hair on the kitchen counter!! He planted his feet in and we could not get him to budge. He came down when he felt like it, of his own will. Gussie was also a kibitzer, always nosing around in what you were doing. He was always in the middle of what I was trying to do. Folding clothes, making the bed, and wrapping presents, were a few of his favorites. He loved paper garbage bags and boxes to climb in to.
Gus slept on my pillow at the top of my head. He would knead my hair until he got comfortable. When he thought it was time for me to get up and feed him. He would jump on top of the dresser or desk and relentlessly knock things off it to wake me up. Gussie loved hair and hairspray. Once at my sister’s house, he climbed on top of her rather prim mother-in-law’s head. His paws down her forehead licking her hair.
I could tell many stories about Gussie. His love helped me get through many troubled times. Gus lived to be twenty years old providing pure, unconditional love. He was my best friend.