Stories of Animal Encounters

I have always had a special relationship with animals. I have been bitten. I hurt by them but only in their fear or desired need to make me understand them.



I had a big orange male cat. I had his mother and his brother for all their lives. Tom was my inside cat. He was loved by the children especially my son that pulled his ears and tail. Tom never hurt the children. He would purposefully lay near them. Purring and sleeping on his back waiting for the stroking and tender touches of my children. And then there was Charlie...... He was wild. He stayed away from most people but for me. He would come up to me with his hugh head and very long sharp teeth and rub his teeth against my leg, holding me still with his paws, claws out and just slightly digging into my skin. Never did he draw blood but the chills he would send up my spine... would make anyone shutter. Now Tom was a big gray and white cat and stayed pretty close to the house but never did any business in the house; always outside. Charlie was a big orange cat that stayed outside except for those times he came in for some dry food. Both cats loved live meat. They both loved to bring me presents to the front and back door. Live snakes, mice, rats and lizzards. I remember one time a rattler being left on my back porch by Charlie; he truly loved me. Charlie loved to visit my black laborador Lancer. He would rub against him and sleep in his dog house when the mood struck him. One day, Charlie came home with his throat cut open nearly 5 inches. I took him to get stitched up and it took several weeks to heal. Then he was gone. Then Tom came home with almost the same wound. Again I took him to get stitched. The vet said it was a dog. Once he healed, he was out and gone. Neither ever came home again.