Mr. Bo Jangles was a shelter cat who chose my brother when he and his wife visited the local Humane Shelter in Tacoma, Washington. Bo’s life before finding us was one of the betrayals of trust and survival on the streets.
The shelter told my brother that Bo’s previous owners had left him when they moved away and he was living on the streets when a lady witnessed him get hit by a car. She brought him to the shelter explaining his story as she knew it.
Bo was severely undernourished and was sick. This didn’t matter to my brother when Bo reached out and grabbed his attention. It was instant love. He came to live with us and it took him quite a while to warm up to anyone but my brother. My brother gave him the medicine that was prescribed and slowly Bo warmed up to the rest of us.
When Bo came to live with us, he never purred and never showed his belly. It took a couple years before one day he began to purr. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. Not long after he began rolling over on his back and showing us his belly. Our street cat had found HOME.
Bo now purrs constantly and loves to head butt and give kisses. His tail is almost constantly in a question mark. He has come a long way from being abandoned and left to die. He has become the most Jangliest Bo in the world and we love him to pieces.
I thought about calling this post “Da Birds” but decided to just title it as you see.
I grew up being told that birds fly south for the winter. I grew up in West Central Illinois. For some reasons I always thought of Florida never Texas. As you can see they do come here to the Lone Star state.
This was at the end of the day. And doesn’t even begin to show all of the feathered creatures. Of course I had to get one with them in flight.
Snoozing and conserving my energy for tomorrow night. After all, it is The Black Cat Holiday.
Please remember to keep your kitties inside tonight and tomorrow because it is an ugly world out there filled with people who would hurt them on this holiday. And remember that black cats aren’t bad luck, they bring you the best kind of luck with a whole lot of love added in.
Some of my followers may know that I am a writer as well as a blogger. Well here is the proof in black and white. My first draft of my first book is complete.
The story developed while I was trying to come up with subject matter for a blog to write and associate with my author’s platform. I decided to use the cats as models for my book’s characters. Thus Tales of The Cat’s Eye Gang was born.
As I said I have finished the first draft and I welcome you to read it in all of its unedited glory on my sister site:
Hi. My name at this house is Spooky. I am known by several in the neighborhood. I rule this backyard like a kingdom. I don’t let any other cats trespass in it. I have a older twin who lives inside. We like to mirror each other at the patio door.
It took awhile for the woofie inside to like me but now he will share my food and water which the nice humans provide for me. He also warms up a spot for me to sleep at night. Good woofie.
When I was a kitten I got injured and I came to this backyard to heal. The people really worry about me like I am one of their own. Well I think of them as mine so it is equal.
I still find it hard to believe how tiny he was. All long legs. He reminded me of a spider monkey. And he was a clinger from the first moment I held him. He climbs up on my shoulder and that is where he stays as we walk around the house.
We both were searching for comfort when we found each other and I can only hope I have given him as much comfort as he has given me. He is my light in the darkness.