Forever Home: Buddy the Cat finds One
My name is "BUDDY"
Tonight it is freezing with snow covering the ground. I sneak into the factory to find a warm place to sleep.
I hear someone shout, "Get out! You don't belong here! Scat now!".
I am chased outside. Now I am cold with no place warm to cuddle up.
This is my typical day. I am a stray, ginger, tabby Cat.
Snow covers the ground
I look forward to the graveyard shift. I know I will not go hungry. Every night when a man named Ron takes his break he calls for me.
I love these nights.
He lets me share his lunch then I let him pet me. He gets to pet my belly too, something no one else is allowed to do.
We are close friends. Ron has given me a name.
He calls me Buddy.
The temperature is below zero. I am really cold. I have burrowed myself inside a cardboard box to stay warm.
I hear him calling my name. I do not want to move. It is too cold!
He keeps calling, "Buddy, Buddy where are you? Where did my little Buddy go?"
I decide I can not let him worry. I quickly dash to greet him.
He is happy to see me. He says, "There is my little Buddy" as he pets my cold head.
Then he opens a zipper like bag with something inside. It smells like chicken.
"Buddy, I have some delicious treats for you.", says Ron.
He tosses a handful into a cage like thing. I rush in after them.
Suddenly he closes a door behind me.
I forget about the treats. I begin crying loudly. He pays no attention.
Ron says, "It is okay little Buddy. You are in a pet taxi. You are safe."
He carries me to a big grey metal thing on wheels he calls a truck, then he opens the door gently putting the pet taxi on the front seat next to him. I am meowing much louder but he ignores my pleas and drives away.
This experience is so scary. I am trapped in a cage which Ron calls a pet taxi. Plus I am inside a metal thing on wheels.
Finally the truck stops. "We are home little Buddy", says Ron.
He carries the pet taxi inside the house carefully placing it on the floor.
Unlatching the pet taxi door he calls, "Come out little Buddy. It is safe. You can come out now".
One paw at a time I begin my exit onto a strange floor made of wood.
I love the way it feels on my toes. It is warm and firm. Not bumpy like gravel.
Buddy in the Family Room
I feel warm air hit me in the face. It embraces my fur making me feel warm and cozy.
I feel safe. I start exploring.
Each room feels different. The one where I can smell food has a shiny slick floor. He calls it the kitchen.
"Here little Buddy", says Ron. " I have some food and water for you." as he places two bowls on the floor.
I take a drink then begin roaming again.
The next room he calls the family room. The floor is soft, plush and warm. It reminds me of my cat momma's fur.
Ron calls me, " Here little Buddy. Come sit here with me." as he pats this thing he calls a couch.
I jump up. As I curl up next to him he pets me.
"Welcome to your new home Buddy. I am your Daddy. I will take care of you." Ron says as he drifts off to sleep.
I suddenly feel safe. I no longer need to worry about a warm place to sleep or finding food to eat.
I put my paws on my new Daddy's chest and take a catnap. I am happy.
I have a Forever Home.
My name is Buddy.
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