You May Know My Name . . . .
By Bob Seifried
I stretched out lazily on my soft beige carpet. Paws reaching skyward, basking in the warmth of the climbing sun.
My senses on full alert, heightened by the smell of fresh food wafting through the morning air. “Breakfast is here” said
my grumbling stomach. Outside birds chirped cheerfully, preoccupied with their own daily routine, but little did I know
. . . . . there would be nothing routine about this sunrise.
Unbeknownst to me my family had made a fateful decision, an outcome that would forever turn my world upside
down “They didn’t want me anymore” No reason given, just got tired of a cat in the house. After years of thinking I
was an essential part of a warm family, I soon found out otherwise. Hastily I was lifted out of bed. A bed I would never
feel again, and unceremoniously put into a cardboard box. The lid shut, followed quickly by the closing of a car door.
Before long I was transported to a shelter and shuttled inside a steel cage. Everything I had known and felt suddenly
ceased to exist. You may know my name, for hanging from this cage the paperwork read flatly . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . “owner surrender”
No longer filled with a once youthful bloom, my body now shook uncontrollably. Feelings ricocheted from
heartbreak to fear then back again to heartbreak. Nothing around me smelled or felt familiar. I heard the cries from
neighboring cats, but couldn’t sense how many . . . for I was blind. As the nights & days merged into one, my breathing
became more labored, vital signs slowed. Not because of any impending illness . . . “No” life had changed . . . .
. . . . . and nothing seemed to matter anymore.
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And then one day, while people bustled in and out of the shelter, I heard the sound of creaking. My cage door
gradually began to open. Followed slowly by a hand reaching in and lightly petting me. Soon after, for the first time in
what seemed like a lifetime I was picked up and held. Long lost feelings once thought faded, quietly began to resurface.
In a flash a decision had been made . . . . . “I was wanted again”
Takin’ from my solitary world with the hopes of never returning. I was driven to a brand new place, that held the
promise of a brand new dream. Once there, I began to feel the love that I had thought lost. Gifts presented to me from
new friends two-legged & four. In my new home they say we’re old, sick or blind and maybe we are, but together we
form a very special group. For we are the cats of “Blind Cat Rescue” For it is we who once lost so much and then had it
all come back. To feel once again the joy of a morning breakfast, the comfort of a warm bed, the fragrance of budding
flowers. But most of all . . . . . to feel the presence of that one visitor who comes just to see me.
So remember as you walk through life and maybe one day come across that abandoned kitty hidden from view.
Without a home, and no name to speak of . . . . alone in this world. Know that she feels what I once had. Know that she
hurts for what she has not, and let you heart guide your actions, and alter the course of destiny for one so innocent.
By the way . . . . . . . . You may know my name
My name is Abbey
My name is Annie
My name is Bunny
My name is Gina
My name is Holly
My name is Keller
My name may just be the cat you rescue