Miles
by M. Adriean Castillo
Never liked cats but this one little guy kept following me wherever I went so I fed him a little every now and then. After months of trying to get him to go away we sort of became friends I believe someone just dumped him in our apt complex because he was so smart. He would look at me and make a silent meow and I do mean silent, he never meowed or made any noise not that he couldn't I called him the silent cat. One day I asked him if he wanted to come in and he carefully made his way up the stairs to my landing and then made a dash inside where he got under the piano and after several hours he did come out to eat some boiled chicken I made for him. The very next morning I had to leave for work, so I picked him up and put him out where he stayed until I came home where he was hiding in some bushes and as soon as he saw the open door he ran in. This went on for 2 more days on the 4th day it was raining so bad I didn't have the heart to put him out plus he did not want to go out. So I let him stay and put him in the dogs bed to sleep where he stayed. My daughter was home asleep and when she woke up she passed my room and looked in because she saw something shiney and black on my bed sound asleep and that is how miles became my cat. In the beginning I tried to find him a good home and I took him to many pet fairs but he must have been meant to stay with me. We became best friends and eventually I let another little black cat in about the same age (Gatito 7 yrs)and they turned out to be my best friends. Both passed away several months of each other they lived with me 6 yrs and for a while I used to hear Miles and feel him jump on my feet and lay across them like he did when he was alive and as for Gatito he was a character if ever. Gatito passed away just a few months after miles and I have had a broken heart ever since. In 18 mos I lost my Sophie a 10 pound toy poodle who was a puppy mill dog she was 16 when she passed and several months later it was Miles and several months later again it was Gatito. I had a big hole in my heart for a long time. Since then I have adopted 4 cats who were feral kittens and I take the ones that I can catch to the vet and have them spayed or neutered, shots and meds if necessary whatever it takes to help them. I feed them everyday at least 2X with fresh water, and I have this past year adopted a cockapoo who was 12 and is now 14. Her name is Chloe and her owner passed away and the family did not want her (How sad). If it weren't for my Miles I never would have learned to like cats, he was such a good cat never gave me a problem and I know someone threw him out because you can tell a cat who has been owned from one that has been a feral. I miss him and Gatito and I can feel them every day, especially miles because I used to sing to him a little tune I made up and I night when I feel he's around I sing to him and Gatito. My life has changed for the better since I've had Miles then Gatito. When I was growing up cats were bad luck and dogs were only for boys and in my family I know I've changed all that. There is so much to tell about Miles such personality. We had a little game, he would stare at me without blinking then I would put my face in front of his and blink twice he then would blink back twice then I'd blink 3 x and he would do the same. I believe he could count as many times as I would blink to him he would blink back. |