Tuesday, August 27, 2019

How I was adopted by 3 cats by Margaret Daley

How I was adopted by 3 catsby Margaret Daley
All my life I had dogs as pets. Although I liked cats, I never thought I would have a cat--let alone 3 but that is what I have now. Our dog died of old age and left my husband and me without a pet. I wasn’t eager to go out and get another pet right away. That didn’t make any difference. The first cat--Ringo-- was around nine months old when he came around our house. I couldn’t resist him. He was funny, pure white with one blue eye and one green eye (called odd eyes). He has never met a stranger. He is my greeter.

Okay we ended up with our first cat because I couldn’t see letting him roam around and fend for himself. That was going to be it. Then my son asked me to take a stray cat he’d found because he had a pit bull dog and couldn’t risk the kitten with the dog. We ended up with a second cat--Peppers or as I call her Peppy. She looks like salt and pepper--more pepper. She is the smallest of my cats--only weighing 6 or 7 pounds whereas Ringo weighs up to 18 pounds. She is my cat. If she had her way, she would sit on my lap all day and watch me try to write--very distracting. But I have to admit Peppy is a bit neurotic.
Now our third cat I had absolutely said we could not take in because we already had two cats that were picky about other animals. I didn’t see how it would work. But my husband made the mistake of making eye contact with a dirty, messy two month kitten who was whining at the back door of his business. He couldn’t turn her away. Charlie has become the one who makes us laugh the most. She gets into everything and knows where everything belongs in the house. This cat growls like a dog when someone comes to the front door and will hide from anyone who comes to visit.

So here I am with three cats who adopted a lady who was never going to have cats. Have you been adopted by an animal?

An Act of Love By Margaret Daley

When Dr. Max Connors discovers he has a thirteen-year-old daughter who was adopted by a family years ago, he feels betrayed. He locates where his daughter lives and decides to move to Tallgrass, Oklahoma, although he doesn’t know if he will reveal who he is. Rachel Howard, the widowed mother, is struggling with raising her daughter, Taylor, who has problems that interfere with her schooling. As neighbors, Max becomes involved with Rachel and Taylor and ends up helping them when he can. As Christmas nears and his feelings toward Rachel grow, Max must make a decision. Will Max’s secret destroy his dream to have a family?


  1. LOL, Margaret. Yes, a cat adopted us many years ago. Of course, I did feed him when he arrived. He must've liked it, because he stayed for 12 years. :)

  2. My last 2 cats were porch cats. You know, they come up on your porch and then follow you into the house. One died several years ago, and we were without a cat for awhile. We've had Patches for 1 and 1/2 yrs. now. Another young cat showed up last week. Apparently, not feral. She jumped up in the porch swing with me and just a minute ago bounced off the window by where I'm sitting. I won't bring her in until I can get her to the vet to make sure that she's not going to infect the other cat.

  3. Over the years we've had our share of cats. The last one actually belonged to our daughter, but we inherited him when she graduated from college and moved away to a place that didn't allow pets. By the time she moved into a place where she could have a pet, I had become too attached to him to give him back. But when moved to AZ to be near our granddaughters, our daughter got her cat back. Just like the grandchildren, we could visit and give them back to the parents. Ha!

  4. It's so easy to get attached to animals.

  5. OF COURSE I HAVE! I only take in strays and God always brings the right ones to my door. Professor, Shadow, Sheba, V-8, Mutzie and Sadie. Many are in cat heaven but therer's nothing like a cat. I love dogs but don't wan to have any without having a large piece of property where they can run. I'm not much for walking especially in the winter here in the northwoods!

  6. I can't say that I have. I chose my dogs, and I'm super allergic to cats, so I can't allow any cats to adopt me.

  7. I can understand that. My husband is allergic to cats that over the years it hasn't been a big deal like we thought it would be.