Twelve years ago on a Saturday morning this beautiful cat appeared on my neighbors front steps. We fed her since we already had a cat (and cat food) and the next thing I know she was on our front stoop. My neighbor put up signs in the neighborhood and put this cat’s picture all over social media at the time. No one came to claim her. Tommy was telling me that we weren’t taking her in, forget it, no.
Monday came around and I managed to get this cat in a carrier and drove with her to the other side of the island to the animal control center to see if she was chipped. They scanned her and there was no chip. They practically pushed me out the door saying goodbye enjoy your cat! They did not want to take another stray cat in. I them took her to our vet to make sure she was healthy. The vet said this cat was about 8 months old, female, not spayed, and drew blood for various tests. I went to pay the receptionist and I said, OMG, this cat isn’t really mine, she doesn’t even have a name! The woman took my money and said, “Cash Menay, her name is Cash!” Perfect. Tommy came home from work and asked me how my day was and I said, “Oh I don’t want to talk about it, all the running around and money I spent on that cat…”. Tommy was puzzled and said, what cat? The cat from the weekend, Tommy was like no, no we are not bringing that cat in here.
The next day the vet’s office calls and says Cash is healthy as per the blood tests they ran. So I go to the front stoop and bring her on the house. She was so scared she ran down the basement. Tommy comes home with a friend to work in the basement and says, “Why is there a cat that’s NOT mine in my basement??” I gave every reason and explanation I had to get to keep her. And my husband conceded. Cash was home.
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 