Joshua and Spike

I thought being playful and fun would make my owners happy, but I guess my energy and my playfulness was too much. Yesterday, my owners took me to the animal shelter. I was thinking, “What did I do wrong? I just wanted to play around with my owners and show my love to them, but I guess they could not handle my playful personality.”

So, I was taken to the animal shelter. I did not like being at the shelter because I loved and missed my owners. I think they took me to the shelter because they did not love me. At least I was fed food and given water.

One day I was sleeping in my cage and then some children and adults came and played with me and held me and petted me. I was hoping they would adopt me but they did not. Then someone else came.

“Oh look, Tracy! A gray tabby kitten. I’ve always wanted one just like this.” 

The woman picked me up and held me so I felt secure. I liked being held in her arms. I was hoping they would be nice and give me a home. They adopted me and I felt so happy. After I was adopted these people took me to their car. 

Then I thought to myself, “Oh no! I hope that I am not left behind some place. I hope I am taken to this their home.”

Then I was taken to a new house. I thought this person was going to take good care of me but then I needed help. My owners, Tom and Tracy, said, “You’re a sweet kitty, aren’t you?”

Tom said, “I thought he was a really nice cat. His name is Joshua. I liked that.”

Tom and his wife Tracy were very kind. Tracy picked me up and said to me, “Let’s show you around the house.”

I wonder where I am going to sleep. I wonder where I will find my food and water. It turned out I would have food and water in their kitchen and sleep on the couch in the living room. I loved sleeping on their couch. I was so thankful that I could because I would not be able to sleep happily at the home if I had to sleep on the floor.

Tom introduced me to their dog, Spike. He was a big dog and seemed mean and I felt like I was going to be attacked and felt that there was only one way out. I didn’t like him at all at first but then my owners Tom and Tracy trained Spike to be better with cats. Then Spike and I became friends after he was better trained.

Spike said, “I remember you from the shelter.”

I replied, “I didn’t get to play with the dogs very much. I do like dogs who are nice to me.” Then we played in the backyard instead of in the front yard because there was fence to keep us safe. Our owners took caution of Spike and I because they cared about us.

Suddenly, an orange fox who was lost wandered into the backyard. I ran through the cat door leaving Spike behind and he barked to warn the owners about the fox. Tom and Tracy went to see what Spike was barking at. They found out that Spike was barking at the visiting animal and they did everything they could to scare off the fox.

Tom yelled, “Get out of here!”

Tracy grabbed a bucket of water and tossed it toward the fox. Spike kept trying to scare it out of the yard with his barking. I was feeling scared, but when I watched my owners and Spike work together to protect me I felt very safe and loved. The fox ran back toward the woods and Tom picked me up and scratched me on the back of my ears. Tracy made sure Spike didn’t have any marks on him from the fox, but he was just fine.

I realized that my owners felt thankful for me and they loved me. I realized that Spike also would protect me and that he would be my new best friend. Now, I think Tom and Tracy should build the fence a little taller, but I will always feel safe in their home.