Mondays with Buddy: Buddy’s Story

For this post we will hear the story of Buddy’s life.  Buddy will return next Monday with a new cat word.

A Home for Buddy

Once upon a time there was a gorgeous little ginger and white cat named Buddy who lived with his Mommy and Poppy.  Buddy was five years old and had lived all that time in a home where he was the centre of attention. His Mommy and Poppy had children but they had grown up and had children of their own, living far away.  So Mommy and Poppy treated Buddy as if he were a child.

He was given special food from their plates and slept on his own little bed in their bedroom.  In the morning he snuggled in Mommy and Poppy’s bed with them.  That was his favourite time of day.

Slowly, things began to change.  Poppy shouted at him, now, and sometimes forgot his name.  Mommy was still nice but Buddy was not allowed in their bed, and he knew that Mommy felt sad and tired much of the time. Then Mommy fell and hurt her leg and their quiet life was over. People were running in and out all day, cooking meals and running up and down stairs.  Sometimes a whole day went by and no one spoke to Buddy.

Buddy
Buddy Alone by Brenda Blagdon

Then, one day a lady came and drove Buddy far away. He was in a house with other cats and dogs, and he was scared. He heard words he had never heard before like Alzheimers and foster. Next day he was taken to another house with a man and woman. The woman called herself Mommy but Buddy knew she wasn’t his Mommy. But she was very nice and never spoke harshly to him even when he broke a valuable dish or jumped on the dining room table.  The man was nice ,too, but he didn’t rub Buddy’s fur and scratch his ears like the woman did.

Once they took him in the car and Buddy was terrified that he was going back to the house with all the cats and dogs but it was only the vet.  Soon he was back with the man and woman again.

Gradually buddy began to think less often of Mommy and Poppy.  He  had a new Mommy now and a man who wanted to be called the man and not Poppy. “No cat is calling me Daddy or Poppy , ” the man said.  Buddy didn’t care because he liked the man. The man took him on his shoulder and Buddy could see all around.

Buddy on Shoulder
Buddy on Shoulder by Brenda Blagdon

Life was good for Buddy.  The woman even said that in the spring she would get a harness and leash and take Buddy for walks outdoors. Christmas was coming, too, and Buddy liked the tree.

Finally, Christmas morning came. Buddy was happy with all his gifts from Mommy and the man.

Then it was time to open the gift from Santa Claws.  It was in a big gift bag. Buddy played with the bag for a while until Mommy said, “Buddy, I think there is something inside.”

Buddy with bag

She opened the bag and Buddy played with the red tissue paper until a sheet of paper fell out. It said:

Buddy Foster, you are no longer a foster cat. You now have a forever home with your Mommy and the man.  Adoption papers to follow.  Enjoy your new life and your new status.

Mommy said, “Buddy, you are no longer our foster cat. We are adopting you.  You are going to be our cat for ever and ever.  You are my Christmas present.”

Buddy wasn’t sure what she meant but he knew that everything was going to be alright.

Buddy Christmas
I am a contented cat.

 

 

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