I think it’s fair to say that this week has been full of trials and tribulations for us and today was no exception. Unfortunately, on Thursday my Dad suffered his second stroke but despite being waited on by a bevy of lovelies at hospital, who even woke him at 6am on Friday to wish him Happy Birthday with a cup of tea, he decided he wanted to come home for the weekend. Clearly, the strong medication had rendered him immune to my impeccable driving skills.
As my Dad likes to read a daily newspaper I stopped at the local newsagent on the way home from the hospital, as I entered the shop I noticed a small black cat curled up by the door and having seen it there all week assumed it belonged to one of the local villagers. When I mentioned it to the shop assistant he informed me that its previous owners had been the tenants in the flat above the shop but had done a moonlight flit leaving their pet behind to fend for himself some four weeks’ ago. Whilst some of the villagers had left scraps out for it no one had come forward to offer it a home leaving the poor defenceless creature exposed to all the elements.
I couldn’t resist stopping to stroke him on the way out as he cowered against the wall and noticed he was a very young cat so made the decision there and then to return home for a cat box hoping to drop him off at the local shelter. The terrified & hungry little boy offered no resistance as I scooped it up into the carrier and with my Dad riding shotgun headed off in the direction of the rescue centre.
When we got to the reception area at the shelter I was dismayed to find that there was no room at the inn and furthermore, I was advised to return him to “where I had found him”. This was never going to be an option for me and we drove homeward bound with our new friend.
As I unloaded the car I was dreading my mother’s inevitable lecture which would start with “Deborah, the trouble with you is that you don’t think”. Sadly ‘tis true as we all know I do all my thinking with my heart and deal with the consequences later. Whilst I was bracing myself for the verbal onslaught, one of my elderly neighbours, Geoff hailed me enquiring about my Dad’s health and commented on my new little friend trembling in the cat box. I told him the sad story and said that I hadn’t been able to secure him a place in a rescue centre but assured him that I would find the kitten a good home.
Geoff and his wife, Muriel had been married to each other for many years and had lived in their current home for over forty. Muriel had once confided in me they had never been blessed with children but had made the best of being favourite “aunty & uncle” to many generations of village children. I have never understood why some people who would make the most magnificent parents frequently aren’t whilst some that couldn’t responsibly raise an ant farm are bestowed with the precious gift of children.
Muriel and Geoff had given every spare ounce of love to their various beloved rescue animals over the years and had been devastated earlier in the year when their much-loved cat had succumbed to a fatal illness. They had felt then that they would be unable to ever replace him and had donated all his bedding and toys to a local shelter. I remember saying at the time that some small creature would find a way into their hearts when the time was right and a home was needed.
Somehow I wasn’t surprised when they both turned up at our door a short while later saying they’d come for our new lodger; just like that the little boy had found the best home in the world. We rushed around finding bedding, cat litter and packets of food for the newly named little “Kismet” and the last time I saw him as I left their home last night, he was sleeping curled up on their sumptuous duvet. I could hearing him purring as I climbed all the way down the stairs and as I strolled home the world seemed a brighter place knowing that some fairy-tales did indeed have a happy ending.
The thing about rescue animals is that they rescue you right back
What a happy ending to a story overflowing with kindness, Dallas! Kismet, indeed! 🙂
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It was a lovely day
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What your heart needed during this difficult time was a big dose of hope. Your Heavenly Father knew that and used your lovely, tender heart to make way for a fresh infusion of hope to revive you. Makes me think of Proverbs 11:25 “he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed”!
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What a lovely way to think and you’re right it did give me hope! thank you
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If only there was more in the world like you,animals wouldn’t suffer!!!!
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I don’t know about that but I don’t think you should walk by when anyone or anything needs your help as no act of kindness is ever wasted
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Wow Dallas, I hope your Dad is alright? And happy birthday to him 🙂 And how wonderful that you were able to rescue Kismet! Sounds like a difficult week with a happy ending?
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He’s getting there its a slow process but he’s a real gent about it
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Sorry about your Dad. Hope he is on the mend! But I’m glad this story had a happy ending too!
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Now I know you would have done the same!
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Much to my husband’s dismay! lol
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww….
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Cheers Sue!
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Hope your Dad is better very soon. So many unexpected things happen in our lives. I really enjoy your posts. 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words which really cheered me up this evening
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I was saddened to hear of your father’s second stroke, hopefully he will be well soon……..
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He started his physio today so fingers crossed
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hope your father will be better soon…… you even managed to rescue a cat during your times of trouble, good on you…
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I like to think that this little fella found us and gave us all something else to think about
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That was a magical exchange. You did good…. “raise an ant farm…” Tee hee 😀
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We have all made people with dubious parenting skills and you’re definitely right it was magical
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Oh dear lord, that is such a wonderful uplifting story and good on you all for finding this poor cute kitty a great home! Well done.
Hope dad is feeling better.
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‘Tis true Dad will have to give up the trapeze after this and possibly the white water rafting but he does have an army of lovely ladies (nursing staff) looking after him
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No wonder they fell in love with him, he is gorgeous! Wonderful story….how is your Dad doing?
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Hopefully doing his exercises whilst I’m writing this!
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So many ups and downs in this short story. Most of all hoping your dad recovers fully. The Kismet story warmed the heart, too. Sending good wishes to you and yours.
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Cheers Gunta; it’s been a rough old week but he’s getting the help he needs and we’re so very lucky compared to so many others.
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Give him a great big hug from me!!!
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Bless you. What a lucky kitty to have found you and a lovely new home through your caring heart. I hope your dad is better soon. Be well, Dorothy 🙂
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I think we were all lucky that day as it gave us all something else to focus on; hope you and your lovely boy are well
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There are things that are meant to be! You were there at the right time, the right place and the right reason. You happened to meet the right people, that needed the right cat, at the right time. There are a lot of “rights” in this story. And I loved every one of them. I got goosebumps when I read that you called him “kismet” – fate, destiny, fortune, providence, the stars, etc. etc etc.
Tell you dad that he continues to be in my thoughts and prayers – that I love his spirit of independence. And tell you mother, I have always loved the name Deborah….
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” Leonardo da Vinci
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I knew you would love the name and my Dad named me Deborah after he fell in love with Deborah Kerr at Saturday Morning Pictures when he first saw the “King & I” on account of her being a red-head and talking like the Queen
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I loved that movie!!! Deborah Kerr was magnificent when she decided on “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” And then there was the scene when she danced with the King. Your dad is a kindred spirit!
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I’m sorry to hear about your father’s setback but hopefully it wasn’t as bad as the first? I suppose there is a silver lining to this. This little guy got a new home due to your generosity and kind heart. I am not a cat person but even I think owners have no right abandoning pets they sign on to take care of.
Not sure if your father reads your blog, but you tell him he has plenty of well-wishers here hoping he gets better soon!
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Not only does he read all the comments word for word, but secretly thinks its his blog
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Sorry to hear about your Dad’s illness, do hope he makes a good recovery. Your rescue and rehoming of Kismet brought tears to my eyes. I am sure he will bring your neighbours years of companionship and joy.
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I saw him this afternoon and he was stretched out in front of the fire like he’d been there forever but in my opinion that’s what every animal should have
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I love a happy ending 🙂
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Me too!
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What a heartwarming story, and so glad that gorgeous kitty has landed in a bed of roses. 🙂
Hugs and love to your dear dad. I hope he’s improving day by day. xx
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I loved the “bed of roses” quote because when he was lying on their fluffy eiderdown that’s exactly what it looked like. Dear old Dad is watching the news stress ball in hand; he said he wishes I’d bought him one years ago
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Yes, I loved the roses on the bed cover, and so did the kitty. 🙂 Wish your dad well from me.
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I love you. And how you love animals as much as I do. AND I’m beyond thrilled to know that this little fur baby found a new forever home with what sounds like a wonderful family. How is your dad doing?
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When you come to live next door we’ll patrol the neighbourhood for stray animals just hope we don’t get busted and end up having to be bailed out! Dad says he’s pleased to have got out of the washing up after so many years.
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DEAL!
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Love the name Kismet and he looks very pleased to be home at last. Lovely tale.
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Its a tale all about fate and he really is one lucky cat
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I love rescued animals! They are the best. 🙂
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Me too always think we should adopt not shop
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SO CUTE!
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He is so lovely natured despite being abandoned but animals always are
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Not so good news about your Dad but Kismet sure knew who to tap. Lovely, just lovely.
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I think he was waiting for us
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Beautiful post. ❤
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cheers Marla! Enjoy reading about your adventures and all those beautiful animals – lucky you!
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Best wishes to your father for a full recovery.
And for Kismet – how wonderful that he has found his forever home. Trixie and Caspurr send him encouraging purrs 😉
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Thank you and I’m glad to report that Kismet is being spoiled rotten; a bit like Trixie & Caspurr I should imagine!
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beautiful story… regards to your father.
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I know that you are a lover of felines too! I couldn’t have possibly walked on by
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Great story about the cat, you are a good woman! (And a great storyteller) Hope your Dad is getting better every day, I’m sending get well wishes. I bet your funny stories do him good.
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Sorry its been a while; trying to juggle too many balls at the mo. I am a self-confessed cat woman and proud! Thank you for your kind words Keiry – could do with one of your Hot Chocolates right about now
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What a heartwarming story Dallas, Her Kismet wasn’t too bad after all 🙂
Very belated birthday wishes to your dad. Hope he is feeling a lot better.
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Well he won’t be skydiving or abseiling any time soon but we’re so very lucky compared to so many others
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Dad will hopefully be jumping through hoops by now 🙂 Don’t know how I missed the news, Dallas, but it explains a lot. Hugs all round!
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He’s not quite there yet Jo, in fact, we’ve got a long way to go but I have to say that his resilience & tenacity amazes me
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I’m sorry to hear about your dad, Dallas. I hope he is doing better & recovering quickly.
And I’m with Jo, hugs all around!!!
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Oh he’ll take all the hugs thrown at him!
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